After Hours PV: O.Brown

Oonagh was a simple girl with simple needs and wants, the fact that the rest of the world did not agree with that, was less of a her issue and more of a them issue really. However she would make due and defy expectations whenever it felt appropriate, appropriate to her, not them, of course.

However now Oonagh's job was to show a new prefect the ropes, or skip curfew together as she would more aptly describe it. Surely they could somehow arrange that their path would lead them by the kitchen for some late evening hot chocolate and biscuits? He had no idea who the girl was, but if she was a stickler for rules, she was being set up for disappointment.

There were not many students around in the first place, so when the Scottish lass spotted a lone girl walking down a hallway with long brown hair, the blonde whirlwind was quick to catch up and overheard the mutterings of the upperclassmen. "Hou did who get tae whit conclusion?" she asked promptly, craning her neck to get a better view on the girl in the dimly lit corridor. "Whit dae ye feel like doing?"

A huge part of the blonde was hoping to hear back an interesting answer, she had high hopes considering this was another Gryffindor prefect rather than a Ravenclaw prefect who she had been told were more known to be sticklers to rules, which seemed to be correct if her acquaintance with that one featherbrained prefect was to be any indication. However in the off chance that the girl was indeed a coward, Oonagh had half the mind to just ditch the girl and go by the kitchens herself. Or she could somehow trick the other girl into breaking a rule and by that point they might as well break more rules and grab some food in the late evening.

Quite self-satisfied with the plotting within her mind, she brought her attention back to the other girl in case she wished to respond.

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There were a lot of reasons why she would be in the hospital wing and certainly getting hurt just to see someone was… kind of unreasonable, at least for this Gryffindor. You had to be that desperate for attention from someone if that was your only reason to get yourself suffering from constant pain. Raizel’s desperation is different. It wasn’t for attention. It’s quite the opposite actually. She’d rather not the center of attention of anyone. She was better off in the shadows. Hers was more… skill related. Desperate for success, desperate for a win in a sports event. She was already successful in a way. She has good grades, she can do advance charms spells, she’s duelling co-captain and now, she’s a Prefect. But those weren’t enough or not something she had realized just yet.

When in deep thoughts like this, it was easy to catch her off guard, signified by how she almost jumped when someone spoke just behind her. She spun around quickly, finding herself looking at the figure of a younger student with blonde hair. “Bloody hell!” She can’t help but exclaim out of surprise. Okay, this girl… who? It took a few seconds to connect the dots on who this person was and she sure hoped that she was right when she thought that she was the Gryffindor Prefect that she was patrolling with and not a random student breaking curfew. Well, no one in their right minds would talk to a Prefect if they were breaking a rule or two.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” She answered the girl’s question as soon as she had recovered from the surprise. Ah, she wished that this girl wasn’t like those hardcore Prefects that only talked about rules this, rules that. “ I don’t know, what do you want to do? I’d prefer doing nothing, to be honest.” she uttered, looking away with a sheepish smile. Was that the answer she was supposed to be saying considering her position? No, definitely. She was expecting a questioning look from this girl because of that. Does she care? The answer was also a no.

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“Bloody hell!” the girl exclaimed once Oonagh had approached her, causing a grin to plaster Oogie's face. "Ye're feart," she laughed, amused by the other girl's frightful reaction. It was late, just past curfew and the two prefects had been tasked with patrolling the area. For Oonagh that meant a perfect chance to get a layout of the castle without too many people swarming around. She heard there were secret passageways and those, in the long run, could help her sneak around the castle without getting into trouble and skipping classes.

However with it being so late, it meant that dinner had been a few hours ago by then, which for the young, growing girl meant that she was starving. "Ah like yer plan, Ah could fancy some scran, whit about ye?" The Scottish girl asked, shoving her hands into the pockets of a hoodie she was wearing as the castle seemed to cool down quite a bit during the evening hours. She took a liking to the girl who obviously was equally as happy to ignore whatever duties had been placed upon them. She would like her even more if she knew where they would get some food at this time of day. The layout of the castle was still quite unfamiliar to the lass, especially due to its constantly changing layout of stair cases that happened to move to a different spot in the castle whenever she wished to get somewhere fast.