For Ava Transfiguration dragged on. The thin-lipped woman would not stop droning on about the O.W.L.S. Even though the lesson lugged on, paragraphs repeating paragraphs, Ava listened. Her ears attentive for the smallest amount of information.
Although every once in awhile she would be dragged into a silent buzzing as her eyes focused on her two allies, who were indeed bumbling around like fools.
Robin was poking Duncan in the stomach with the sharp end of her battered quill, while he tried tried to fix his hair, which was already receding back from this morning's tussling.
Ava looked back to McGonagall. Who was repeating the standards of the O.W.L.S once again, her dark eyes scanning the crowd of Slytherins, watching around for the obvious signs of students not listening.
Robin's eyes darted up just in time and she pulled the quill back from Duncan's stomach.
McGonagall's eyes darted to Robin and she stopped talking. Ava was sure she was going to take points from the green and silver house, but the teacher only have a small cough and then continued to talk.
Robin smirked as she made eye contact with Ava, the green eyes glinting with a childlike impishness as she quickly stabbed the boy again who gave a growl of warning before snatching the quill out of her hands and shoving it deep into his robes.
Robin gave a miffed puff, then shaved her head deep into her caressing arms that we're settled on the solid ebony wood if the table.
"You suck" Ava heard the teen mutter. Duncan stifled a snicker, bringing a hand down one last time, perfecting the oh-so hated haircut his father had forced on him.
Duncan dragged behind the girls as they strolled to the dungeons. He mutter and spat curses. Most of which was:
"I'm not even going to use Potions when I get older".
"Little irritated about Potions, Duncan?" jeered Robin, she turned quickly, suddenly walking backwards as they stalked down the overly long hall.
"Oh shut up Robin" he snapped. Robin grinned, her face rising into a sneer as from around a corner came the "Golden Trio".
"What's up Weazel?" she snickered, "See you got yourself a Prefect's Badge, just remember you aren't allowed to sell it!".
The red-head's face became indistinguishable from his hair, a look of anger and surprise etched itself on his face, Ava could feel the pride beaming from Robin.
"Robin, please" Ava responded faintly. The brunette gave a fleeting look at the angry Gryffindor, then back at the soft face of her friend.
"Fine-" she murmured, turning from her backwards waltz and into a strutting. As the teens fell into step, it was easy to forget that Robin's jeers we're not for her own pleasure, but for the constant battle to win her family's pride back.