A corner, betch

Libby sat in some corner, humming Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria. She was mad at Max, and at Gryffindor in general. Harry Potter this... Gryffindor this, Gryffindor that... it was like the whole school centered around Gryffindors and Harry Potter. Libby sighed. She had gotten a little bit mad at Max. But he was all excited about Harry as if it was the best thing ever. Ugh.

"Here laid to rest, is our love ever low, with truth on the shores of confession, you seem to take premise to all of these, so..." she sang softly. She then realized sitting in a corner wouldn't do much, but she was still really mad at Max. He called her a leftover. That couldn't be forgiven easily. She walked off to go find Kelsi before class. Sulking in a corner wouldn't do anything.

[[Because of HARRY POTTER, you got into a fight with Max.]]

[:A]

Max was being all emo in this particular corner. He was, however, completely unaware that Libby was in the same on as him though.

Nicolas, instead of going to class, had come to find Max. And had found him being all emo in a corner. "What's up?" Nicolas asked.

"Oh, nothing. It was just Libby. UGH! She was being completely unreasonable, and... yeah."

"I side with none of you on this, so you know. But in theory, you would have started it, considering you went over and talked to her about how great it was that Harry got in, when Hufflepuffs are only excited about Cedric, and about ninety-nine percent are angry at Harry and Gryffindors. In your defense, though, she was being unreasonable."

"...You've been hanging around Rachel too much."

"... Yes I have. Her woman-ness is rubbing off on me. ._."

"I have to agree. Maybe you should give her a break. I mean, she might just want to be with her friends sometime you know. I gave Libby her space... I mean, when I was going out with her, of course,"

"... neh." Nicolas said. He didn't want to say 'you're right', because that seemed to be all he was saying lately. He kept agreeing. And agreeing. Because it seemed to him, though, as if he was always wrong, and everyone was right, so he just had to say 'you're right.' "You know, Rachel still has those pictures of me that she had at the beginning of last year."

Max laughed. Gosh, was Rachel really that insane? "I thought she burned them or something... I didn't know she kept them. She must be pretty obsessed."

"I dunno why she kept them. But I guess if she wants to, she can," Nicolas said. "I'm never modeling for Pansy again."

"Same here- I mean, err..." Max looked sheepish. "SHE SPIKED MY DRINK, OKAY?"

"She spiked mine, too." Nicolas laughed. "I'm never going near Pansy again. Or else it'll be third year all over again."

"Yeah, you're right..."

And somewhere in the backround, was Rachel singing, at the top of her lungs... "DANGO DANGO DANGO DAIKAZOKU!!!"

"There's your girlfriend," said Max jokingly.

"Like you said, though, she needs some space, to be with her friends."

"And for you too pretend that you have never met her in her life." Then he asked, rather suddenly. "Do you think I should talk to Libby?"

"I'm not the relationship fairy, but I'm guessing she's telling her friends, so wait. Give her some time to cool off? And de-woman-ify me. Please. ._."

"Yeah, you're right, and..." Max got a mischevious expression on his face. "I'll de-womanfy you. But, I have to make sure you're a man enough though..." And he moved his hands towards Nicolas's pants.

Nicolas screamed and slapped Max. "And how are you going to do that? ._."

"Eh, I haven't really figured out that part yet, actually."

Nicolas waited for Max to come up with an answer.

"Well, hmmm... I have an idea!" And than with that, practically out of the air, Max pulled out a bottle of anti-bacterial spray and started spraying Nicolas with it.

"... What the hell are you doing?"