Natasha was sitting in the library studying potions. She hated that she had to come to this school. The school where she was from had the best dueling teachers anyone could ask for but her parents wanted her education to focus on more mundane things. Sometimes, she felt like they wished they could brainwash her. But at least she got put into the more interesting house. She could have been placed in Gryffindor with the likes of...
Suddenly the door flew open and there was raucous laughter. In walked the burly boy Laufeyson was supposedly related to. What was his name? Door? He was trailed by his usual crowd. A girl who looked like Natasha would actually have to fight for more than two seconds and three boys who were nearly inseparable. They had some dumb name for their group that Natasha could not even be bothered to remember.
Even with sound dampening spells, the group drew all attention to themselves.
"I have come to meet the one who shall help me to excel in charms!" Door yelled.
Natasha rolled her eyes. Why the hell did this guy talk like this? Couldn't he just say tutor? Everyone knew he was as thick as a rock. She inwardly cringed as he took a seat across the table from her. It was a little ways down but it was still close enough to be distracting. Oh well, she'd just tune him out. She'd gotten good at that particular skill ever since Stark decided that they were BFFs.
She eventually got back to studying and Thor's (that was his name, she remembered after a bit) tutor eventually found him. She was taking a quick break and got up to look for a dueling book to take out and read later when she noticed Thor was asleep on the table, drooling. His tutor was looking at him dreamily.
"Oh, come on!" She was not dealing with this shit today. What in the world was wrong with some of the people at this school!
Just as she thought that, a huge crash happened outside. She went to go see. Just as she opened the doors, a boy dressed in Ravenclaw clothing and messy brown hair ran by.
"Barton, stop! I just need to talk to you!" Natasha looked down the hall to see who they were chasing. It was Clint, a Hufflepuff famous for his particularly good aim with spells.
"No, you're just going to sic your boyfriend, Stark on me!" Clint pulled out his wand, aimed at a gargoyle over the railing of the nearest staircase and conjured out a roped. He used it to swing across two staircases and get to a landing that would take considerable maneuvering for anyone else. Up and down a few flights of stairs at least.
"Friggin' school and it's screwy hallways! I didn't ask for this!" The Ravenclaw boy was yelling at no one in particular.
Natasha approached cautiously. "You ok? You seem fairly angry."
"I'm always angry!" He snapped at her and stalked away.
But Natasha smiled. This school just got a whole lot more interesting. She was going to have to have a chat with Loki when she got back.