It begins again... Finished

mention @Kyle Derook | @Marla Quinlan | @Lamik Fillestar | @Meenauh Silmataurea

Maybe it was stupid to get involved in this whole mess in the first place.

He wanted to be helpful. Emphasis on the help part of that word. But by holding out his wand for comfort and defense, the other boy had taken it as an invitation to launch an attack. And worse yet, some other girl had begun to get involved, making things even worse.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt you guys, but we had an agreement, which this young man decided to ignore, so I need to accompany him to another place, where he is very expected to be."

He almost felt like face-palming at the fellow Gryffindor's words. Did she even know this kid? What if he was unstable or something? And if he was in an Abandoned Bathroom, why would he accompany this girl somewhere else? He clearly cared for Marla more than anyone else in the room. Isaac could tell in an instant that she was pulling this stuff out of nowhere.

And then, as if she was trying to cause a fight, she waved her wand in front of the angry boy's face.

She and Isaac were probably the two biggest idiots in this situation. Though, he admitted to himself that her idea was a little dumber.

”Periculum!”

He recognized the red sparks from an earlier lesson, summoned from the Periculum spell. The glowing ember-colored signal flared suddenly in the air, crashing straight into the ceiling and bouncing off of it. He knew that the sparks didn't do much damage, but plaster crumbled from the ceiling nonetheless, in a stream of rocks.

"Look out!"

There was likely a reason why this Bathroom was an Abandoned Bathroom.

The feral-looking boy growled beneath his breath, knuckles still shining red with blood. His eyes even appeared almost red in the unnatural light cast from the spell. The kid stared at him with frustration for a few moments before turning away to shove by him.

He wasn't expecting that.

Isaac's reflexes were clumsy, and he could feel the other boy's elbow jab into his stomach as he walked by, tension rippling in the stranger's shoulders. The girl had already been saved by the sickly blonde kid, leaving him as the unfortunate one to get shoved away.

Twisting over, he toppled down, taken aback by the strength in which the boy pushed past. When he slammed against the floor, the breath was knocked out of him and bones were jolted by the impact. He could feel the skin being lightly scraped off of his burns, and sucked in a heavy breath, feeling a terrible sting of pain.

Dammit..
That was so...pathetic.

He thought bitterly, pulling himself back to his feet. The boy was already walking away from the spot, darkness trailing after him. He didn't use a spell on the other kid, only because he figured that then, everything would be terrible. But they couldn't let him escape into the school. What happened if he attacked the other students?

If crying and bleeding in front of two people wasn't completely mortifying enough, guess what? It got worse. Two more people came in, and great. She knew both. One was a boy that she had crossed paths with two times prior, they had ridden the train together to Hogwarts and met again during the quidditch game. The second person was a pretty, tall girl with slick brown hair that she had met in the very beginning of the year at the owlery. Marla was kind of surprised that she recognized her honestly... It had been so long since they had last seen each other. In any normal circumstances, Marla would have been quite glad to have encountered the two, but the last thing that she needed was more people seeing her with tears swimming in her eyes and blood splattered on her face. The first one who walked in was Isaac, who asked exactly,"What in Merlin's beard is going on here?" to which Marla had no answer. How do you explain a tall, feral-seeming boy punching a tiny girl in the face? Exactly. You couldn't. So she just kept silent, biting her lip to hold back the tears that desperately wanted to spill down her face.

But when Meenauh came in... Not to be rude, she liked the girl, but... It made things a whole lot worse. It seemed like she was trying to give Kyle an escape to no avail, so he took things into his own hands.
"Take care of Marla, and stay away from me." Surprisingly, that was the thing that made the redhead's blood boil. Take care of her? He literally just punched her in the face! And she could take care of herself just fine, thanks! Marla wasn't some damsel in distress... And now she felt like everyone thought that, which was equally embarrassing and infuriating.
"I don't need anyone to take care of me! Don't slug me in the damn face next time!" She screamed at him, her fists clenched so tight that all the color was drained from both. Her eyes looked almost crimson, and her teeth were gritting together so aggressively she nearly chipped a tooth. Marla opened her mouth to yell something else, something that she'd probably regret, but before she could, Kyle had yelled an incantation for a spell that she couldn't recognize, until... Red sparks shot throughout the room! Lamik thankfully pulled her down to the ground, an angel, that one was. She curled up on the floor and covered her eyes, because god forbid one of those got stuck in there. The girl'd be blind for at least a week. But Isaac wasn't so lucky. He fell to the floor. Hard. It seemed like all the wind was knocked out of him, even.

Once the spell had died down, Marla wiped off the blood that was now covering a large portion of her face, and approached Isaac, offering him a hand to get up. She then shoved her hand in her pocket quickly as she saw that the boy was getting up on his own, and stepped to the side.
"That fall was brutal. You alright?" She shook her head, still completely livid after what Kyle had done to her, and now Isaac. "He's mad, that one," she said to the remaining three in the room,"We had detention together in here a few months ago, and now? Deranged or summin'. An arse hole too.." She murmured the last part to herself, and scoffed quietly.

@Marla Quinlan | @Lamik Fillestar | mention@Meenauh Silmataurea

sorry guys, wifi was down yesterday.

"That fall was brutal. You alright?" She shook her head, still completely livid after what Kyle had done to her, and now Isaac. "He's mad, that one," she said to the remaining three in the room, "We had detention together in here a few months ago, and now? Deranged or summin'. An arse hole too.." She murmured the last part to herself, and scoffed quietly.

"I'm fine," Isaac insisted, steadying his breathing and glancing towards the door that the aggressive boy had stormed out of. "Seen worse." he added with a shrug. Marla's face was still flushed crimson, and her eyes had a livid spark. He figured that it would be better to downplay it, just so that she didn't snap and start screaming again.

At Marla's comment that she and him had weathered through a detention together, he wondered what on earth they had even gotten detention for in the first place. From his first impression of Marla, he already knew she was stormy with more than a bit of a temper, but he never expected her to be the type to fall in with a boy like that. Perhaps it was over harmless mischief, but then again, he no longer had the same faith in the students he was surrounded by. If this Deathmote bloke could wander around, slicing students up, then what was stopping another unhinged student from doing the same?

It was then that the blonde kid chose to roll himself onto his feet, blinking the lights from his eyes and focusing on the group. Isaac was surprised by the heavy sarcasm laden in his voice when he spoke, expecting something altogether more soft in his tone. The kid did look quite sickly at first. He brushed a few stray locks of hair from his eyes as he began,

"You know... as much as I dislike telling people that the thought isn't what counts- since believe me I've had quite a bit of dumb ideas in the past- what the two of you just did was absolutely insane."

"It wasn't that stupid," the Gryffindor muttered defensively before tucking his wand in his pocket. "At least I didn't talk to him, or maybe, jab my wand right at him." His last statement was pointed, and he couldn't help but feel a little exasperated at the brunette girl again.

Isaac had a reason. He was just holding his wand for safety.

But then again, he bitterly realized that no one else would understand why he needed to. It circled back to why he wanted to be alone in the first place, to avoid people and avoid questions. Nothing he did seemed rational to anyone anymore. Not even to himself. He hated it.

Lost on this sour train of thought, it was then he felt a stinging sensation searing his right arm. The boy pulled his hand away from it, becoming conscious of the fact that he was scratching his burns again. The reddened patch of skin was dented, and in certain places covered in disgusting congealed blood. At this rate, he'd never heal.

Spite spilled into his next words, and his grey eyes flashed. "Not like you were doing any better, Mr. Lets-Go-To-The-Hospital-Wing. No one even cares about what you say. If he really wanted to hurt us, I bet you'd be dead in a second."

A part of him wanted a fight, or an excuse for one. The helplessness from before when he was pushed was sharpening into misplaced anger. He was sick of being afraid, or shoved aside like he meant nothing.

@Marla Quinlan | mention @Lamik Fillestar | @Meenauh Silmataurea

"Hey! I care! Stop acting like a psycho already."

He noticed Marla's piercing glare as he spoke, but couldn't help the furious words. Who on earth was that blonde kid to criticize him? Sure, Isaac knew that he didn't help the situation in the slightest, but he didn't make it any worse than it already was. Besides, while they were bickering over useless things, the feral-boy had already stormed out of the Toilets to cause destruction wherever he pleased. And no one had gone after him.

"I'm not a psycho," he told the fiery-haired girl plainly, eyes narrowing and shadows falling over his face. He stared straight back at her, unfazed by her death stare. "There's only one psycho around here, and he's already gone through the door."

His heart pounded as he gazed at the door where the boy had exited. Was anyone else about to do anything to stop him? Or would Isaac have to chase the unstable student alone?

He came to a cold realization.

It didn't matter to him.

As always, he was mistaken. These people were nothing like the friends he once relied upon, and it was clear they didn't want him there. It wasn't like he and Marla even cared about each other in the first place. No, he'd do this by himself. If he got hurt, he'd deal with it.

A stupid boy couldn't be worse than a dementor.

The ache in his side had subsided, and without another word, he turned away from Marla and the rest of the group. His wand burned a hole in his pocket as he dashed out the door, after the other boy.

Whether they followed or not was of no importance.

Gone out to chase Kyle, wherever he is. You can try to drag him back to the Bathroom, but that will likely result in a fight.

As the harsh words spilled out of her mouth to Isaac, Marla instantly felt regret stab her in the stomach. Why did she say that? It looked as if there was a storm cloud over his head as he began to speak. She faltered as he finished. Kyle wasn't a psycho, he just.. Well... She didn't have an excuse. What could she excuse? He punched a hole in the wall, then her in the face, pretty much wrecked the ceiling of the bathroom... And somehow she was still trying to rationalize his impulses. The girl looked longingly at the door, pondering on the urge to rush out of the bathroom at that very moment. However, she was interrupted by Isaac running out before she could.
"Hey, wait!" She said, her voice breaking in desperation. Why was she getting so worked up about this? Marla bit her lip, a troubled look spreading across her face as tears welled in her eyes again.

"As all the unstable characters left the stage, we can now talk like first-years with first-years. At first, I honestly thought that the mad boy was threatened by you," Marla shook her head. Isaac wasn't unstable. She didn't like the word unstable even though it was true for Kyle. At that point, Marla was just blocking Meenauh's voice out of her head. She heard the girl's voice, yes, but wasn't processing her words at all. She just stood there, absolutely miserable and crossing fingers that she didn't burst into tears at that very moment.

"Marla, do you like really care about the boy? Should we talk to Professor Wright?" Meenauh had asked, which grasped the girl's attention. No! They shouldn't talk to Professor Wright... That'll get Kyle in trouble for sure. That was the last thing that she wanted!
"No way. I just..." She glanced at the door again, and back to Lamik and Meenauh. What to do... What to do...

Well, even though it might've been extremely dangerous, Marla made way for the door and followed Isaac, hoping that Kyle hadn't gone too far. She couldn't help herself. The girl needed to know what was going on with him. She could worry about a simple gash on her face later.