Tough Luck finished

Elsian hissed at the rude awakening, flinching away from the sound and glaring at the stack of books way to close to his face for his liking from behind his bangs. Blinking slightly in a mix of groggy tiredness and confusion he shifted up a bit to plop his chin in a hand, elbow resting on top of his bag. His gaze shifted from the stack of books to his right, narrowed eyes landing on the mystery person with a small huff of annoyance. He took in the other for a moment, dark eyes that looked pretty annoyed...no, angry? He couldn't quite tell but he felt slightly taken aback by it, annoyance slipping under for a moment out of confusion. It wasn't like he snored or drooled when sleeping like some kids after all. Had it gotten crowded while he napped?

Taking a quick peek at their surroundings he eyed the rather empty space, lips pulling down at the corners a small bit. He couldn't see another person in sight and the only noise he could hear was the small wooden groans of the book cases that was little more than background static. Eyes training on the brunette he could only figure that she was being difficult about her favorite spot...

Which okay, he could understand usually but this place was empty, like really empty...and he couldn't say he was very happy with how rude she was waking him up like that.


"Huh, I didn't know a public library seat could belong to someone..." he said voice flat, expression matching the tone with a blank look.

Still, moving and leaning back in his seat he pointedly picked up his bag to look at the table and the books around him. Not finding a name he forced himself to get up, hands grabbing the chair and tilting it back slightly and looking at the wood before dubbing the thing pointless and looking the other girl in the eyes.

"Odd," he drawled, "I can't seem to find your name anywhere...but oh well." he wasn't about to fight over a chair when it was just the two of them there, too much effort. Didn't mean he wasn't going to be pleasant about it like some dog.


"If you want the chair that badly you can have it, here." hands gripping the chair he moved it towards her, grabbing a different chair and putting it in the exact same place before plopping down himself and fitting the bag under like a pillow. chin in hand he gestured to the previous 'spot' he'd been in with a small wriggle of his fingers, "all yours."

After all, she hadn't exactly been very specific on what part was her spot.

Fingers tapping quietly he returned the look with half lidded eyes, half itching to lie down and relax but also slightly curious to see if the other would sit down or just turn and leave like her stiffness might suggest. Seemingly set on proving his theory wrong, he turned to look away first when she began to sit, shoulders back in what must have been either confidence or simple stubborn headedness or maybe a mix of the two. He couldn't say. Though in his eyes she seemed a bit to stiff, to robotic and he wondered if maybe he'd been a bit to snide. Even so, he didn't regret his words a single bit. If anything he was happy to be done with the situation the hand cradling his chin dropped moving to curl around his other arm atop the bag for him to hide his face in his sleeves against the light.

He heard more than saw the other sifting through the pile between them, the sound of a book being opened and the crinkling of pages was a welcome static to drift off to. He found himself sighing silently in approval willing his mind to drift off in the silence that was not tense as he'd feared it might be when the other stared at him before sitting. Or, at the very least, he felt calm at the silence.

"Wha…." he mumbled, mind still mottled with the edge of sleep he'd been perching on.

It took a moment for him to catch up and he grudgingly turned to rest his cheek against his arm to look at his mystery companion. He blinked once, twice before finally opening his mouth to deem the question with an answer, voice lilted in a mix of sleepy confusion and a small bit of annoyance at said sleep being slid out from under him once again so suddenly.

"Elsian," he said, though his lips pulled down at the second question.

Why indeed. Because it was a public space? Because stopping her just seems childish and dramatic? A number of reasons really and she could have her pick of the lot.

"Because I think it's childish and stupid when others do things like that? Besides," he sighed, eyes closing "it'd be too troublesome to do otherwise."

"And who are you?" he asked, hand covering a yawn as he began to accept that would not be forthcoming now. No amount of wishful thinking would lull him into a mindless sleep for a while.

He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the way the other was eyeing him. Typically he could care less about what others thought of him at first glance, especially rude ones, but the something about the look in her eyes...what, did she think he was lying about his name or something else just as ridiculous?

He looked away, staring at nothing in particular as the other talked not really feeling the need to crane his neck to look at her as she gabbed on though the fact that he wasn't looking made the sudden sound of the other snapping her book shut so close to his head all the more deafening in the pure silence that surrounded them. The urge to shush her with came upon him with vengeance, the only thing stopping him the absolute stupidity of doing so seemed with the place literally being empty besides the two of them. It didn't stop him from glaring at her bitterly though as he shifted a bit more aways from her and her books.

He almost laughed at her next words because really? Funny and....oh, she was serious. Someone he shouldn't forget? Seriously? Fine if that's how she wanted to play.

"Got it, Charlie with an e, won't forget it," he mumbled, voice plain and matter a fact, "...probably."

The moment she uttered those words he was braced. 'Not to be rude.' That's exactly what his tutors said to his parents and nan whenever they didn't get the outcome they want. The very words people always said at parties, like the horrible harpies pretending to be human when they wanted to gossip or make fun. Not to be rude, hah. Funny. But even braced he couldn't stop the slightly pained sigh from passing his lips and if he'd known he was gonna be stereotyped just because he wore his comfy robe he would've just worn one of his sweaters instead because joy...

She was one of those types.

"Aaannd you got me," he said levelly, "I'm actually a Slytherin who stole the robe from a Gryffindor."

"And of course I'm not a lone wolf Charleena," he deadpanned, internally bristling when she all but sized him up for lack of better terms, "I'm a Slytherin after all. The term is lone snake, thank you very much."

"Now what gives you that idea?" he asked plainly, giving her an equally blank look, "I'm just answering your questions Charles."

Elsian couldn't say he hated the girl, not yet anyways, because hate was a strong word. Dislike? Also a bit strong for his taste. Disliking someone you barely knew was petty in his opinion after all and frankly stupid. Annoyed with? Yes, very much so! She was very annoying so far, especially with how bloody lordly she was acting. So right now? Yeah, okay with that attitude he wasn't liking her all that much, it was annoying. When she stopped reminding him of a cocky old crony then maybe he wouldn't feel the need to mess up miss Charlies name.

For now though.

He sat up from his hunched position choosing to lean against the back of his chair like a 'normal person with a posture' as Mrs. Elti would so kindly say to him back home. Slowly he leaned back more until he was balancing half hazardly on the back legs now that no one was around to yell at his for sitting like a barbarian. Of course she kinda had a point with the dangerous part since the only thing really keeping his balance was his hands resting against the tables edge..

Ah Mrs. Elti, if only she could see him now. She'd threaten to box his ears.

"The real million dollar question is why you're all alone," he said eyeballing the table as he pushed a little further back.

The chair wobbling dangerously for a moment before he quietly dropped the chair back to all fours. Safe his finger tapped on the table as a thought popped into his head, "birds of a feather I thought was the saying. So not to be rude but why aren't you flying off to your flock?" he asked peering at the other before simply shrugging and looking away as if waving away any reply she could give.

"Unless... you don't have one?" he asked innocently enough.