Throwing herself upright, Kieran gasped desperately. It had been a dream, and now all around her the first years are bustling to get ready for the day, the lake beside her lets off a pale green light, indicating day time. Frustrated Kieran rubs hers eyes and peers towards Emelia, who is already dressed for the day "I tried waking you." she scolds inefficiently, fixing her her covers.
"I didn't sleep well.." Kieran moaned irritably, rubbing her eyes and curling back into her blanket nest.
"You were tossing and turning all night." Em' confirmed "You should go wash up before you miss your turn."
Em' waited on Kieran before the two made their way to the commons, it wasn't hard to spot Roary as he chatted up last year's Quidditch players, begging for them to consider him. Jackie had also managed to form a posy of her own, younger girls mostly, with their green ribbons and polished mary janes. They glared as Kieran entered the room, snickering behind their hands with Jackie grinning smugly.
"Roary, you'll never get picked if you approach them like that," Em' rested her elbow on his shoulder, nearly being knocked over as he stood abruptly.
"I'll annoy them so bad they'll have to - just to get me to stop." He replied, though Kieran suspected he wasn't joking. "You girls take too long, ready to go?" he groaned, flinging his book bag over his shoulder.
"I took the exact amount of time scheduled" Em defended.
"- and do I look like I take that long to get ready?" Kieran asked, gesturing to her matted hair that she had attempted to tame this morning, only making it look more wild, but now wet.
"Em' is super anal about everything, she probably forced you to do that. You were fine before." He nodded stubbornly. Kieran could only smile at the could-be compliment.
"Fine?" Jackie scoffed, having overheard the conversation. "She looks like she's homeless."
"Or a Troll." Sara added seriously.
Red flooded Kierans vision, and her instincts made her reach for her wand. Roary rushed at his sister faster than Kieran could act though "Just stop it!" he spat, red-faced and fists clenched.
"Well, she doesn't belong in our house anyway – Salazar would be distraught at realizing a Mudblood got in!" She wailed about even more dramatically, upstaging her brother as per usual. She gestured to the portrait, but the man in question was nowhere to be found. "We'd be doing this house a favor if we got rid of her." her posy nodded their heads eagerly in agreement.
By now the remaining students in the common room looked at the first years – many were confused, some outraged, but a few actually nodded in agreement. It wasn't until Kieran was being restrained had she realized she had managed to pull out her wand; Kieran had blacked out momentarily, her actions no longer her own.
"Kieran, she's not worth it." Em' calmed her. Luckily, hardly anyone had realized what Kieran had threatened to do, and she quickly put away her wand, attempting to process her reaction, that even for Kieran seemed irrational. Roary frowned deeply, pointing accusingly at his sister, but before his frustrated words could leave his mouth the Prefect boy from before stepped in, squeezing Roary's shoulder reassuringly.
"Bu-I-"
"It's alright." He began, his voice calm and collected. The posy of first year girls seemed to freeze, delighted to hear every word from the young man. "It's not very wise" he began coolly "To make enemies with people of your own House." He smirked charmingly at the younger girls and threw his free hand about nonchalantly "Regardless of a person's background, those of us in Slytherin are sorted because we have qualities that Salazar prized, above all else. That makes us all, as individuals, worthy enough." He turned to Kieran "-and besides, the Nathair family are known for their long line of Slytherins. You best remember that.. Hart."
Giving Jackie one last threatening glance, he turned to Kieran, and she was stunned under his scrutiny, his eyes traveled down to her hand, still clenching her wand, hidden in her pocket. He had seen what she had done, and was clear about letting Kieran know. Caught in his trap she let her hand fall out of her pocket, and watched in awe with the rest of her housemates as the Prefect left the room, something smug about his expression.
"What did you think you were gonna do?" Emelia asked as they made their way out of the dungeons. Kieran shrugged, her mind lingering on the possibilities. "You can't be so careless. The look on her face though, made it worth it, i suppose."
"Damien is so cool.." Roary mumbled, star-struck. Kieran looked up dumbly, realizing then the name of the Prefect – It had been easier to recognize him as a force of nature, rather than an actual house mate.
"You're blushing." Em' commented in her usual monotone. Roary laughed out "I am not!" It seemed even the boys couldn't refuse the Prefect's charm.
The trio of first years entered the bustling Great Hall and headed directly towards the Slytherin table. It had been more chaotic than the evening before, but managing to settle the students down,, after they all had arrived, Headmistress McGonagall told them the importance of eating a full breakfast and making sure to arrive to classes on time. Something was less friendly about her this morning, which only made Kieran more anxious over impressing her Professors, and not getting lost.
Kieran also found herself looking for Damien, subtly glancing down the long table to spot the Prefect, and wondering whether he was focusing intently on the Headmistress, or observing his House. The first year sat up straighter, wondering then, if maybe he would look her way, and what he thought of such a rambunctious, foul tempered kid. Gawking, she was surprised to actually find him staring at her, only pulling his gaze away when his friends yanked him back into their conversation.
"You alright?" Em' asked, Kieran looked at her quickly, dumbfounded "You look like you might be sick?" she asked discreetly.
"I'm fine." Kieran nodded, flustered. Emelia gave no indication she believed Kieran, but didn't press the matter as she looked down the table toward the culprit; it wasn't hard to spot who had made Kieran feel uneasy, the Prefect had an air about him that even Emery couldn't ignore.
Thankfully, Jackie had sat further down the table with her older friends, but it was just a matter of time before she started up trouble. Kieran could just feel it in her bones that Jackie was up to no good- Then they locked eyes - The blonde whispered something into Sara's ear, and in moments, whatever Jackie had said traveled down the table to the first years.
"Is it true?" a bland looking boy who didn't bother to introduce himself last night spoke up.
"Is what true?" Kieran asked in return.
"Is it true that a Ministry Worker had to escort you here because you've.. hexed someone?" he clarified, not so discreetly. The whole of the first years, and even some other students in close range turned to listen in. Kieran's brows dropped over her eyes, furrowing in confusion.
"I thought it was because she was half Troll." Another boy, Nick, added in very seriously.
"I- what? No." Kieran gapped. Looking to Emelia and Roary, she was only met with the same accusing eyes, and even the aloof Trent seemed interested.
"Well, you were talking to a ministry worker." Roary commented.
Seething at that point, Kieran felt ready to explode – but she thought back to all the times that reacting that way only made situations worse, and sighed heavily. "Yes, that was a Ministry Worker, her name is Fairwater." Kieran confirmed "-But no, I didn't hex anyone – and I'm NOT half Troll." she hissed, looking down the table to Jackie. "Frankly it's none of your business." She began, but reeling herself in she quieted slightly "- Truth is.." she drew out the conversation, buying herself time to conjure up an excuse "She's a family friend." Kieran added casually, it wasn't a lie, not entirely.
The tension from the table lifted and they sighed, disappointed. "Really, you guys have such wild imaginations." Kieran laughed it off -Though Em' and Roary had to look away, ashamed at their own accusations. There was a pang in her heart, and Kieran hoped secretly that they wallowed in their self-shame miserably.
"That's boring." the boy groaned. Kieran could only shrug; it was boring compared to the truth.
The rest of dinner seemed to drone by, and Kieran wondered when Emelia would apologize, because she knew Roary probably never would. She was naïve to think loyal friends came so easily, their friendliness and the excitement of everything had blinded her. The truth of people, Kieran had learned, is that they could truly be cruel. The first class came about so Kieran followed the rest of her classmates, she wouldn't talk to Emelia, instead, Kieran would let her suffer in silence, until she realized her betrayal.
As suspected, Roary bounced on ahead of them, oblivious of his mistake. Instead, he went up to chat with the older Quidditch boys, yet again, before they swerved off towards their own classes. Emelia clenched her books tightly to her chest, her aura unusually dark, Kieran walked with her silently, looking ahead. It had completely swallowed Em' and she couldn't stand it any longer. The shorter, thinner girl stopped abruptly "I'm sorry." She spat. Kieran stopped just ahead of her and looked at Em' with staged confusion- she knew perfectly well what the apology was for.
"Oh?"
"I didn't defend you against those rumors, because i thought.. Well i thought it wasn't too far fetched after what you nearly did this morning, to Jacqueline. But i was sure, even if you had hexed someone, they must have deserved it." Emelia clutched her book so tightly the blood drained from her pale fingers. She was genuinely sorry, and just like that, Kieran forgave her. With a massive grin, Kieran continued walking
"I suppose i should be happy that people think i'm capable of hexing a person, i mean, i've done a lot of magic, but it's always been on accident."
"That's one way to look at it." Emelia agreed, still unsure.
History of Magic could have been fascinating easily enough, even though it had no use for wands at all, because after all, the subject 'was' magic. The Professor, a ghost by the name of Binns droned on like a machine, reciting facts that perhaps at one point he expressed passionately, but now was only lifeless rambling. Emelia took extensive notes, while Kieran struggled beside Roary just to understand what the phantom had been saying. Often times she would mix up which person had done what and constantly had to use the enchanted erasing ink they were aloud to rewrite- Why she couldn't just use a pencil and standard eraser was beyond her.
It was a relief when class let out, not only because it had been painfully boring, despite a ghost teaching, but their next class was something Kieran really looked forward to, Herbology. Past the Great Hall, into a courtyard and across a bridge, they entered a vestibule that lead into the separate part of the castle. Past a long tapestry corridor that branched off into multiple hallways, the students then crossed through the Astronomy Tower courtyard and out into the greenhouses that littered part of Hogwarts most outer grounds.
Already waiting around the greenhouses, as Sprout finished setting up, were the Hufflepuffs. History of Magic had been the first and only class they would have on their own, and now the tension of house rivalry was making Kieran only that much more excited. Jackie noticed the girl from before, who had fallen during sorting ceremony, and naturally went about her petty badmouthing and immature snickers and scoffs. Feeling the need not to break the tension, but stir up the pot, Kieran signaled to Emelia and mosied on through the gathered groups, towards the blonde.
The Hufflepuff nearly tripped as Kieran rounded her "I'm so excited for this class." Kieran beamed, showing her more charismatic side. The girl's big droopy eyes stared back at Kieran in bewilderment, quickly looking away as Kieran's own pair met them. The matted-haired Slytherin twirled about to look for Jackie's reaction – which of corse was something of disgust - then turning back to the Hufflepuff with a victorious grin Kieran added-
"I'm Kieran – I really like your bracelet." She commented, attempting to make small talk, something, anything that might get the girl to return her gesture, and Jackie that much more upset. The girl looked at her bracelet fondly, but covered it with her yellow inlaid sleeve.
"My mum gave it to me.. 'm Trinity" she squeaked in greeting, nearly inaudibly, a rosy smile spread across her small supple lips.
"Woah, so it's like an heirloom?" Kieran asked, continuing to play the part.
"Ehm.. sorta." The girl shrugged. The Hufflepuff was particularly small, especially compared to Kieran, which was only accentuated by her long strawberry blonde hair and thick house robe that stopped at her knees, considerably shortening her apperance. "My Mum just likes to buy things, and only wears them once. I get them after she's done." The girl said, putting her nose to her book, anxiously she added"-I mean, she does give me things she actually intended for me in the first place, too."
Kieran threw her hands behind her head, and rested them there as they waited "Hand-me-downs are great, that's all I get – though I've never gotten jewelry." She said aimlessly. Trinity looked away thoughtfully, her posture diminishing into the book by the second. "-I did get an heirloom though." Kieran added quickly, attempting to draw the girl back in.
The girls attention returned and Kieran smiled widely, victorious. Then, pulling out her wand from her robes inner pocket, specifically designed and padded to carry it, Kieran held it out in the light; It was the same wand her Ancestor had made, its handle was carved with care to depict the great Amphitere, in its vicious looking jaws a jewel like black fire, and inside its twisted shaft, the exposed core of the very Amphitere scale itself.
Trinity blinked at it and chuckled softly, sweet like a bird's song, it left Kieran feeling warm, and she couldn't help but blush "What?"
"It's just looks like it was made for you - You sure it's an heirloom?" The blonde asked in her small voice, and as if she had spoken out of turn retreated back to the cover of her book. Kieran beamed her wicked charismatic smile from one ear to the next and laughed out full heartedly, nearly knocking the girl off her feet by the sheer force of it - The wand did seem to fit, a little too perfectly.
Emelia managed to claw her way through the other students and approached the girls "Hello, Emelia Emery." She greeted in her usual monotone voice.
"Oh, this is my new friend Trinity." Kieran introduced for the girl, who was shying back into her hood like a frightened turtle, blushing so profusely Kieran feared her head might implode.
"Come on inside, gather 'round." Professor Sprout interrupted, finished setting up at last. "Grab a pair of dragon hide gloves if you don't already have your own, along with an apron and a bucket – you'll have all the supplies in there you'll need for the day." She instructed. "Put your belongings into the cubbies, in its place, to make sure you return all the supplies at the end of the hour. "
The students did as they were instructed and after a moment of struggling to balance over each other, fling off their robes, roll up their sleeves and throw on their aprons, they found a free space around the center table littered with alien-looking plants, one for each student, and waited for further instruction.
"Alright, settle down." Sprout managed after pulling up another plant for a stray student. "Welcome to Herbology, in this class you will learn about the extraordinary species of plants protected by the Wizarding World – Now, can anyone tell me why this class is so important it remains a core class?" she asked, looking about the greenhouse. Emelia snapped her hand up before Kieran could even process the question. The Professor nodded at her with anticipation, delighted by the misleading enthusiasm.
"Well, most of our potions are made using these plant ingredients, and unless we know how to properly care for, as well as recognize these plants to begin with, we wouldn't be able to use any of them - not unless we wanted to blow ourselves up, or get poisoned and die." she answer nonchalantly.
"That is exactly right, five points to Slytherin, well done." Sprout chirped proudly. Kieran grinned at Em', and the whole of the first year Slytherins cheered her on for the reward. "Now, why is it these plants are so dangerous?" Sprout asked, but even though Emelia had raised her hand, Sprout picked on a Hufflepuff with frizzy red hair.
"Well.." the girl began uncertainly "Some of the plants are alive, and can eat people. My Mam got paralyzed once and had to be given a potion after they'd freed her."
"Shame about your mother, but that is exactly why this class is so important – Five points to Hufflepuff." Sprout got out a trowel and used it to gesture to the plant "Now, this is a Puffapod, fairly common in wetlands and fairy circles – what common, non-magical plant do these most resemble, do you think?" the Professor asked.
Remembering back to the forest where Kieran lived, she often saw strange fungi, and met many a Fairy that seemed to linger around them – now even thinking back to it she had seen something similar to a Puffapod, but unable to recognize it, didn't take the chance and was smart enough to leave it alone. Kieran eagerly threw her hand about, and nearly jumping from her spot, went on after being picked with "Fungi, or more specifically a mushroom. I've seen loads of similar looking things at home, and Fairies seem to live near them – they also seem to be immune to the poisonous mushrooms, is this one poisonous?" Kieran spoke quickly, excited.
"Ah yes, but Fairies are another matter altogether I'm afraid, you'll have to ask Hagrid, our Care of Magical Creatures Professor. But yes, these plants most closely resemble a mushroom, and act very similarly in their ecosystems, but no, they are not poisonous, not to humans anyways." She went on "Five points to Slytherin, well done, we might have a Herbologist in the making yet." Sprout grinned proudly, Kieran couldn't help but grin in return, ignoring the scoff from Jackie.
Taking her trowel Professor Sprout turned the potted fungi around to find the best access point and with a quick flick of her gardening instrument tapped the Puffapod, forcing it to blossom and expand, its inner tendrils glowing, and waving about lazily. "Another important fact to know is that this plant would be considered 'non-sentient' meaning it does not think or feel in the same way as an animal or human. Why do you think it's important whether to know a plant is sentient or not?"
"Well, you wouldn't want to upset someone by just taking a limb." Roary joked.
"Actually, that's correct – Some sentient plants are actually classified as 'beings' and therefore have living rights, just as let's say- a gnome might. It's important to respect those rights."
"You can't honestly expect us to be considerate of a plant's feelings, could you? No one cares what a person does to the Gnomes to get rid of them." Jackie scoffed, receiving a full out heated glare from Kieran, who did in fact care.
"That is exactly what I intend you to do. There are those in the Ministry who would happily fine you if you did not obey those laws." Sprout retorted. "-Now, go ahead and just touch the Puffapod and observe it as it opens, be firm, but not too firm either, points will be taken if anything is damaged."
One by one the children began to open the Puffapods, 'oohing' and 'aweing' as the plant glowed and pulsated. Kieran used her bare finger to stroke the thick petal, the tendrils of the plant reached out to touch her. The petals of the plants were almost rubbery, with fine hairs on the inside that reminded Kieran of carnivorous plants she had encountered before "Do these eat insects?" she asked aloud.
"What makes you aks that?" Sprout questioned, a smirk subtly making its way onto her lips.
"Well, opened like this, these hairs remind me more of a venus fly trap, not a mushroom."
"Spectacular observation, five points to Slytherin-"
Without warning a pot shattered, scattering across the ground. From inside the plant spilled out white glowing beans that took root the moment they contacted the greenhouse floor. The culprit of the broken pot was a very green-looking Trent, using the back of his wrist to cover his nose. Unable to say anything, Kieran stepped in and helped him gather the pot fragments.
"Ah, right." Sprout looked at Trent as if she had forgotten something terribly important "Ronan, head to the infirmary, and we'll pick these beans up before they become lodged into the stone." Without so much as a nod, Trent left the Greenhouse, and Kieran was left gouging the stone floor with her trowel, to pick out the beans. "-That's one way to show you all that on first touch, these beans have the ability to take root; this helps them adapt to just about any environment, much like other fungi, but in a much more aggressive way."
Professor Sprout went on to explain about the plant, mentioning how they impact magical ecosystems as pollinators as well as decomposers, and much to Kierans fascination, were used as natural Troll repellent, among other useful potions and remedies. By the end of class Sprout showed herself as someone who didn't play favorites, awarding each student with points from merely participating, and picking up after themselves.
When class had cleared out, Professor Sprout pulled Kieran aside "Would ye' do me a favor and just go check on Ronan, I would, but i have some things to do before my next class. It's lunch break so you should have plenty of time."
"Alright, sure." Kieran agreed, having an extra excuse to explore the castle didn't seem like a bad thing, and she was just a tiny bit curious to see what had happened to Trent.
"I'll be sure to add a point to Slytherin for this, thank you, dear."
Waiting outside for her was Emelia, Roary, and Trinity- the two girls standing in awkward silence, while Roary rambled on about the latest model of Nimbus 2007, compared to Japan's Kasai broom "What did Professor Sprout want?" Emelia asked, relieved to interrupt Roary.
"She asked me to go check on Trent, got some points out of it- but i'm honestly just curious about what happened to him - he didn't look hurt, did he?." Kieran noticed Trinity and grinned "You should come- all of you. We'll make a picnic out of it, go check up on him, eat in the quad. Bring him up some food too, if he'll eat." It was an excuse to explore, and to spend time with Trinity, but mostly a chance to piss Jackie off, and quench her curiosity.
Roary looked as if a dark cloud had rained on his day, but gave a weak smile and shook his head "You guys go on, i think i'll go bother Ashton about tryouts again."
"You really won't get on the team that way." Emelia warned.
"Worth a shot." Roary ran off, back into the castle. Kieran gave Emelia a look of 'what was that' but Emelia only shrugged. The now trio of girls followed suit, taking the long gallery to the viaduct. The trek through the castle was long and by the time they reached the main part of the castle Trinity looked faint, but everytime Kieran asked if she was alright, Trinity shook her red face and insisted she was 'fine', stubbornly following the Slytherin girls with a look of bleak determination.
"Do you think Roary's alright? He seemed.. off." Kieran finally brought it up again, they were nearly to the Great Hall, and she hadn't spotted him heading that way. Emelia looked thoughtful for a minute, but was only able to shrug half-heartedly. Kieran wanted to leave it at that, but after not seeing him in the Great Hall, talking with the older boy Ashton like he said he would, Kieran forgot all about her scheme to make Jackie flinch, at the company of a Hufflepuff - to which she most definitely did-, gathered food for Trent, forgetting herself, and left the Great hall.
"Roary has always been rather.. emotionally hyperactive- It's often hard to tell what exactly makes him upset, because just about anything gets him excited. I've known him all my life, and i still couldn't tell you what was wrong." Emelia responded with little to no interest in her voice, as usual, but her face remained thoughtful.
"Maybe he's jealous of you going to see Ronan?" the small voice of Trinity trailed behind them - Kieran nearly jumped, having forgotten the little Hufflepuff was still with them. The two Slytherin girls stared back at her for a long, uncomfortable moment, which made her blush and swerve as she walked.
"It is possible." Emelia finally agreed. "He is one for wanting all the attention."
"Then why not just join us? Why leave? Steal the attention from Trent. Don't run off, sulking." Kieran thought aloud- Having not caught herself, she cursed inwardly, and gauged the other's reactions with tense shoulders. Trinity fiddled with the hems of her sleeves, while Em' merely focused on the direction they headed. "-I mean, running away doesn't solve anything, right?" Kieran added, chuckling a few times, attempting to play it off as a joke.
Trinity gave an awkward giggle, but Emelia only nodded "You're right, normally he does force the attention on himself. It's not like him to just walk away.". With that thought in mind the girls went through The Quad to the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey, the nurse, was mixing up a potion that looked like actual mud, and Trent, who was being forced to consume it, was looking like his normal pale hue again. "Oi!" Kieran gave the taller boy her characteristic grin. He looked up at the approaching group of girls with shock. "-Was worried about you - brought you some food." Kieran handed him the makeshift knapsack filled with muffins, bread and other dry things she could find.
Trent accepted the food meekly, staring at it in quiet contemplation. "You.. were worried about me?" the look he gave the girls was the most genuine expression anyone at the school had probably ever seen from him.
"Well..yeah." Kieran felt guilty, mostly she had used this opportunity for her own selfish gain - to piss Jackie off, and to earn house points while exploring the castle - But now, after his reaction, all she wanted was to make sure he was alright. With a soft smile, she patted the boy's shoulder to try and express how genuine her concern had become. "You didn't get hurt, did you?" Kieran asked.
"m-no. I'm just allergic to Puffapods." He said, using his sleeve to rub his running nose. Kieran nodded in understanding "Oh, okay - That's funny, Professor Sprout just told us that Trolls are allergic to Puffapods, too-" Emelia had already realised it before Kieran - Trent watched to gauge her reaction as she pieced it together "-Oh..OH!"
"Professor Sprout should have been told in advance, and excused you from class." Emelia spoke up, unphased by the new information.
"I'm only one-fourth Troll, so it usually doesn't affect anything." Trent sighed, placing the offered food on the hospital bedside table.
Guilt, that same emotion came flooding in as Kieran stood back from the boy - She had been 'offended' when people accused her of being half-troll, and all the while, Trent was there, seeming totally unaffected. How could he have been? Kieran had heard about human to non-human relations, but it wasn't common, in fact it was quite taboo, even in the Wizarding world. At that point, the only thing that make Kieran feel like she hadn't been a total jerk, was the startled reaction from Trinity, who was giggling frantically at any given interval.
"Oh, i didn't know - One-fourth Troll, that's really cool!" Kieran commented, attempting not to sound patronizing, but ending up sounding exactly that.
"It's fine, it's not like i go around telling everyone." he said, no longer looking Kieran in the eye.
"My Great, Great, Great Grandfather, on my Mother's side was a Goblin." Emelia added nonchalantly "Because of that i've been given permission to skip outdoor classes if i need to, in case i burn - Being part Goblin makes me sensitive to the sun." she clarified. Kieran was in awe, She realized Emelia had shared the information, not simply because she felt like it, or that it better served her, but because it would make Trent feel like he wasn't being singled out. For the first time, Kieran had done just that, she had made someone else feel like the outcast, and the sinking feeling in her gut of guilt made her head throb. Fingers twitching, Kieran forced a laugh and backed away slowly.
"I'm sorry." Kieran stammered, she could feel herself tremble - Kieran didn't want to make Trent feel bad, nor Emelia, but most of all, she didn't want to appear weak. "I-I need to use the toilets." with that, Kieran ran off, leaving the Hospital Wing to the girl's first-floor lavatory, she locked herself in a stall and trembled with frustration. In a sudden blur, Kieran was filled with emotions that were all things she had been pushing to the side, but now were seeping through her well-maintained, carefree, and charismatic exterior.
It was the feeling of self-loathing that took it's toll, because in order to defend herself, she had brought someone else down in the process. Kieran was often cunning, she would do anything it took to get what she wanted, but she told herself this time around would be different, that in order to make real friends, she would put them above herself, if she had to - But here she was, alone, and somehow the 'bad guy', all of her own accord.
How could she have known that he was part Troll? Or that Emelia was part Goblin? How could she have avoided hurting him, without leaving herself open as a target? It didn't matter now, she thought, the mistake was made, and now she would have to suck up to fix the situation, if that would even work. What's worse, was as usual, she was overreacting and picking apart the situation more than was necessary - But Kieran had always been that way, she was of two minds, one overly considerate, while the other acted on impulse.
'His feelings don't matter' The voice in her head scolded.
"shut up." She pleaded, squeezing her eyes shut.
'They're not even fully human, what does it matter?' it hissed.
"Shut up!" she shouted, holding her ears shut.
'You would be better off without them - being around them will only make you the outcast.. again.' it warned.
"SHUT UP!"
Everything inside boiled, and at her limit, she expelled her rage in the form of energy, taking it out on the toilet. The toilet exploded, water was sprayed everywhere, thoroughly soaking her uniform, and leaving her a heaving, drenched mess. Kieran could only stare at the mess she had created - there were a countless number of times she had done this - Kieran had thought she'd grown past these petty tantrums,'Clearly not' the little voice inside her scorned.
"Oh look here, why can't you find someplace else to be loud? I'm trying to be dead in peace!" the Ghost of Myrtle, Moaning Myrtle as Kieran had been warned, floated over the stall, giving Kieran an annoyed look, her hands on her phantom hips is disappointment. Kieran glared at the ghost, there were a number of things she wanted to say, but she just stared, wishing the ghost would 'go die', again. "Right." Moaning Myrtle flew off, sobbing. Kieran gawked, she had actually said the words, aloud, slipping for the second time that day.