Sky High, Brain Low PV Meiyu Xiang abandoned

LOCATION | Flying Field, Hogwarts DATE | 17th March 2025 INTERACTING | @Sebastian Drake

790 | WORD COUNT school uniform, school robes | OUTFIT unbreakable | SONG

Having received an impromptu flying lesson a day earlier, Meiyu felt slightly more confident than she did two days ago when it came to the intricacies of flying. Still extremely discontent with her low performance in the class, she opted to observe the first year flying class which graciously did not align with her own timetable, deciding to skip a class of transfiguration not only out of distaste for the subject but desperately seeking a breath of fresh air. In the months that had quickly passed since her return to the castle following the atrocities that had occurred over Christmas, the barbaric voice which had vastly lessened its plague on the young girl, enabled Meiyu to truly enjoy the delightful transition from a harsh winter to a breezy spring. Despite the arctic air lingering and forcing her to tighten the grip on her robes in desperate search for warmth, the blooming atmosphere urged her to follow her pursuit for an escape from the classroom prior to lunch.

Still sore from her day old injuries at the hand of a benched Quidditch player, Meiyu trudged onto the field, dragging her battered old broom once more, fortunately storing it bush a day before with hopes to return and infiltrate the class under a disguise, though the red accents on her uniform failed to provide adequate camouflage. Lingering near by, she observed her surroundings, contemplating whether it would be reasonable to retract her broom from its hidden location in attempts to develop her weak ability once more.

Unfortunately, her thoughts were immediately disturbed as a figure came crashing down on her. Startled and her limbs twisting once more in pain, unrecovered from yesterdays assault, she winced and pushed the figure away, struggling to stand as her mood quickly soured, quickly growing infuriated with the lack of success she had with flying; worsened by two broom-related assaults. Glancing down to brush off any dirt which had transferred onto her robes, her breathing pace quickened with her mind racing in search of the perfect string of insults to terrorise the assailant. Shifting her gaze with a crane of her neck, Meiyu's gaze softened at the brunette with emerald akin eyes, glowing as though they were part of her mother's jewels.

Shaking her head to avert her thoughts, the anger was not quick to subside, her brows furrowing in realisation of his awful flying ability — similar to her own. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you that dumb you can't see where you're going?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes with growing irritation that he had ruined her attempt of infiltration. Fixating her gaze on him with a glare, she noted his demeanour once he rose, evidently a narcissistic male who thought they were better than others, it made sense. Why else would he fall off his broom far out from the class if he hadn't been showing off? Typically, the students within the horrid castle made it so easy to be read, far too expressive for Meiyu's liking, even if they had not outwardly expressed their inner emotions, the way this boy had carried himself made it rather easy for Meiyu to deduce. As she continued to glare, her eyes squinted slightly as she quickly realised she had seen the boy somewhere in passing before.

"I've seen you in the common room before." She muttered with a scoff, agitated that the culprit had to be a housemate, much to her demise. Though, she had to thank the heavens he was not part of a broom sport, his flying ability being as awful as the Gryffindor Quidditch and Broom Racing teams combined, failing to win any of their matches; another reason Meiyu began to detest flying, refusing to be associated with the house despite outwardly inheriting their lack of broom flying ability. As she parted her lips to resume, the demonic barbaric voice began its assault on her once more, though this time, far worse than she would ever imagine.

"Kill him."

"Kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill the boy!"

The voice persisted, luring her into what she would have deemed to be an act of self defence given what she had experienced. Most times, when the voice took its reign, Meiyu was unable to resist, growing weak and following it's commands. Entwined with irritation and hostility, she narrowed her gaze, fixated on the boys face which morphed into a devious yet devilish figure, forcing her to lunge at him, her palms rushing to his face and her nails attempting harshly digging into the skin with a newfound desire to harm him as much as possible. It was the least he deserved for worsening her day old injuries, for disturbing her peace and mostly, for being a man.

LOCATION | Flying Field, Hogwarts DATE | 17th March 2025 INTERACTING | @Sebastian Drake

728 | WORD COUNT school uniform, school robes | OUTFIT unbreakable | SONG

Within the confinement of this wretched school, a thick air of some unspoken hierarchy centered around looks existed most notably; in men. The boy who stood before her, truly believed to be some kind of Greek God, with his foul appearance — despite Meiyu's momentary lapse in judgement and allure she had felt towards the latter. Upon closer inspection, formerly referred to the outburst and attack at the boy, the close proximity to his face briefly allowed her to note his features; despite being engrossed with rage, succumbing once more under the spell of the barbaric voice which refused to end its reign. Merely another troll-like creature with arrogance stood before her, rambling nonsense Meiyu cared little for, partially aiding her desire to attack once more.

With the situation escalating upon her brazen attack, lunging towards him and digging her well kept nails in — as deep as she could, Meiyu was far too preoccupied in clawing the boy's face to notice a shift in dynamic, the latter forcing her down, beneath him. One would naturally assume such movement would merely de-escalate the situation, forcing an assailant to calm down and reevaluate the predicament they had found themselves in. Though, Meiyu was not normal. Nor was she sane. His movement only aided in the bubbling of her anger, disgusted by the presence of the boy she opted to stay silent as he spewed more nonsense, resorting to childish insults much to her displeasure. "I'm the crazy one? Are you that inept that you can't even remember crashing into me, whilst I was minding my own business." She scoffed, attempting to pry him off her with a strong push, her limbs twisting in another attempt at freedom, though, to no avail.

Growing further agitated with his presence, primarily akin to the fact he was still on top of her, horrifying the young girl, Meiyu used her strength to her best ability, finally forcing the boy off her and not caring at all where he went. Frustrated and wincing in pain, she pried herself off the ground, gently brushing off any visible remnants of soil that tarnished the pristine uniform she often supported. Turning to face the familiar boy, her face morphed into visible disgust at the sight of him; scoffing with a turn of her head, gazing into the distance — Meiyu crossed her arms, deciding to finally respond to his earlier questions.

"It doesn't matter if I'm in this class, do not concern yourself with my matters." She affirmed, vocal tone slightly rising as the anger refused to subside; reminded that her prior attempt to gain additional flying time had proven to be fruitless — leaving her limbs throbbing in pain once more, worsening yesterday's injuries. "If you looked good, I would have recognised you immediately and put a name to your face," she resumed, scowling as she averted her gaze back to him, briefly going over his features once more, no-longer under an enchantment that had given her a lapse in judgement merely moments ago. Meiyu, was notably good at associating names with faces, a testament to her heritage that would conceal itself by her blood status as a half-blood, fortunately raised under a pureblooded family with their mannerisms vastly influencing her own. Evidently something the latter lacked, far too concerned with his own appearance despite it not being up to her standards, appearing inhumane with his symmetrical face and brown locks which contrasted his green eyes; a fatal flaw in her eyes. Athena would never dare to make careless mistakes, perhaps it was akin to his heritage, highly likely to be a mongrel of some sorts.

"Besides, you're ugly." Meiyu concluded, her stoic expression taking its rightful place on her delicate face, her gaze unwavering despite the disgust laced behind her eyes. Had she been a normal person, perhaps her reaction would differ, yet, aided by the demonic voice pestering her thought process, the longer her eyes remained on the boy, the urge to attack merely out of spite grew. "Are you a mongrel? It must be why there's something funny about you, it's like there is a shroud of dark clouds following you, ready to terrorise the students, you're half-troll right?" She asked bluntly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she fixated on his appearance once more, unable to pinpoint the odd feeling deeply rooted within her surrounding the not-so-stranger.

LOCATION | Flying Field, Hogwarts DATE | 17th March 2025 INTERACTING | @Sebastian Drake

615 | WORD COUNT school uniform, school robes | OUTFIT unbreakable | SONG

"On top of being a dirty mongrel, you're evidently a mudblood too." Meiyu scoffed with displeasure, unamused by his weak attempts at inflicting a string of verbatim directed towards her. Besides, it was more than evident that the latter lacked social class to recognise she was in uniform after all. "Do you think I care enough about this wretched school to support decent robes? Is that what your sense of so-called fashion comes down to or are you that poor that you're supporting the uniform twenty four seven?" She piqued, her stoic expression shifting into on of sheer disgust at the insinuation that he'd likely wear his robes all the time — which would not be wrong of her to assume given the inability of men to dress adequately to her own standards.

The boy clearly had some form of ego, likely accredited to his appearance which albeit, conformed to the conventional beauty standards, if not exceeding it. Though, Meiyu would rather skin herself alive than ever admit that, refusing to give the opposite gender any form of compliment nor satisfaction for something so mundane as complimenting their appearance. Besides, if his idea of stooping low was a poor attempt at imitating a seducing voice which only made her skin crawl and lightly threaten her, then perhaps Meiyu would beat him with the horrid broom that had discarded somewhere nearby upon his collision. "There is nothing wrong with my face." She added bluntly, maintaining her gaze on the boy who evidently lacked any form of critical thinking.

Meiyu was never one to over analyse her own features — her grandmother did that far enough for her own liking, ridiculing the girl from a young age to ensure she'd conform to the standards she had set, upholding the family values of what a young woman should convey herself as which also included taking care of her skin, hair and supporting exquisite gowns when the event called for it. She had never been one to ridicule others for their appearance unless they were boys. The thought alone of such creatures made her face morph into one of pure disgust. It was unfortunate enough that she had not been shipped off to an all-girls boarding primary school; instead, her inability to make genuine connections with others had worsened her prior school experience, later translating to her time in the wretched castle. With Hogwarts truly accepting any and everyone, it was to no surprise such vermin men free-roamed the castle like a flock of rats, as if the confinement's of the common room had not been enough torture for Meiyu.

Consequently, the incident over Christmas break had only fuelled her hatred towards men, particularly, egotistical ones. Perhaps if the latter who stood before her, invested time in education rather than appearing in horror before her at the mere remarks she had made towards his appearance, albeit alluring, the company of the opposite gender would be far more enjoyable. Alas, men were dumb and utterly useless. Not once had a man defended her, though, it was not like she needed defending, especially from such creatures who's narcissistic tendencies would suffice as a punishment for merely being in the presence of such behaviour. As her face morphed into a grimace, she scratches on the latter's delicate face had halted the motion, forcing her lips to slightly curve upwards in content at the damage she had done.

"Are you going to get out of my way, or, do I need to rip your face off for you to truly get the hint?" Meiyu harshly spat, growing further irritated by the presence of the troll-like boy she had the misfortune of sharing a house with.