Talking Portraits and Moving Stairs pv vanes

Hogwarts was filled with many wonders, all of which Alexx's brothers prepared her for but... At the same exact time, she felt extremely unsure of how she felt about portraits having their own opinions. Being able to talk was one thing, but they could also think for themselves. Some of them were rather nice, while others... Rather not. And some of these portraits were extremely rude.

"I swear, do you know who you are talking to? I am a Prefect! Now, stop insulting me!" She exclaimed to a portrait, furrowing her brows. She was nearly fed up with their attitude! If this were a student, she would give them detention for disrespecting a Prefect! But alas, it was but a painting, and it was out of her control. If the poor man didn't appear so busy, she would get Professor Lear down here immediately to stop this nonsense. However, perhaps dragging him down here over an insulting portrait was nonsense within itself... Yes, it was better to handle this mishap on her own.

The portrait retorted with some rather rude remarks, to which she would not have liked to hear. She turned to her friend instead, her face annoyed. "Can you believe this?" She asked, exasperated. Did all portraits go about mocking students, or was she the lucky winner? And why was it that this one, in particular, had such a bad attitude that it was still hanging on the wall? Wouldn't this call for a removal of the painting, or did it just hate her in particular? Insulting her hair, saying it needed to be brushed better. Please! Alexx kept herself extremely well groomed, and her hair was her pride and joy! She did not need a painting that, mind you, didn't even have real hair, to tell her how to groom herself!

Moments prior, she had been chatting with Alan about Merlin knows what, quite probably just some things about their mutual friends and classes and how Alexx's new role as Prefect has taken her away from things such as her friends. It was true; before now, the blonde Slytherin girl made very little time for people. She kept a tight schedule, and did everything in an orderly fashion. It was a great improvement form the mess that she was in her first year.

"Merlin! The nerve of these painting today! What do you say we keep on? Forget these... Paint-people?" She suggested to Alan, rolling her eyes in the direction of the used canvas. That was what they were; used canvases! Nothing but hateful old dust collections. That was a good way to look at it. What did they know about hair? Nothing!