What Comes of Bickering PV Closed

@Katrina Walker

Hanako had one of the best sleep he ever had since arriving here! It was just perfect. The peace, the tranquility, it was all he hoped for in a slumber. With his troublesome habit of sleeping everyone but the comfort of his bed, the chances of waking up with a few pains here and there was a normal occurrence. He was also fairly sure there had been someone that almost stepped/tripped or kicked him while Hanako was fast asleep on the ground, but to his luck he was sure there was no such thing today.

He woke up in a scaringly good mood. His innocently kind face shined even brighter and more adorable than before, making him less approachable than usual. Eager to start the day with a bang, he decided to talk a walk around Hogwarts.

It was said plenty of times before, but you surely could not spend a whole year at Hogwarts and have managed to explore the whole castle. April has already rolled in but there were many parts of Hogwarts that were still left unseen by Hanako.

Of course, the small halls had been one of the things he had seen daily. The sudden interest in inspecting the architecture and memorize every bit of furniture and paintings in the small hall was possibly due to his odd sense of happiness today.

Was it after giving up on waiting for a letter from his parents? The weight it carried was wondrous! Yesterday night he had furiously ripped previous letters from his caretaker and promised himself to give up on waiting for his parents to pay attention to him. Yes, he locked himself in the bathroom dormitories and possibly stirred up a few of his dormmates with his chortles and sobs, it was still a miracle how bright the world looked after a good cry.

With a nice tune stuck in his head, he entered the small hall only to see it was vastly empty except for one person. Hanako had to hold back laughter at the sight of them.

He couldn’t see who it was as their backs were facing him but it was enough to know that they are either ultimately sad, or a mega loner. What was with that hood over their head? They looked like Death had a teenage child with a rebellious phase. It was hilarious to see and he was mildly curious to whom would rather be scribblingly something alone while the weather outside is perfect for a friend gathering.

The good mood got into his head, and he strode towards to figure are quietly as he could, careful not to make a sound.

Once he had managed to sneak up behind the cloaked figure, only then he was sure that she was heavenly engrossed in whatever she was doing. For a second he thought, perhaps it was not a great idea to make a spur of a moment decision while he was in such a nice mood. The figure definitely looked like they did not want to be bothered so why would he?

Because he’s Hanako Tone and he loves ruining other peoples day, that’s why.

Bending a bit to where their ears might be, he made a crappy voice amplifier of some sort with making a c symbol with his hands and placing them each at the end of his mouth. With a whisper slightly amplified, he decided to say :

“ Halloween arrived early, I see~?”

It wasn't an uncommon sight to see Katrina busy at work with a drawing. The budding artist would spend hours at a time perfecting a masterpiece until someone watching would be sure the art would leap from the page. Katrina whittled away at the work and added numerous details all with a different style of sketching. Each page in the thick book held a work of art. Most were of things that Katrina would see such as the castle or a house elf, there would be an occasional dragon drawing, but including even that, the drawings meant the world to her.

Katrina was so involved in her artwork that she shut out everything else. She couldn't hear someone talking unless they got in the way of her art. Katrina wouldn't even notice movement unless it was between her and her piece. It was for this very reason that the red-head didn't hear the boy sneaking up to her.

“ Halloween arrived early, I see~?”

The scratchy voice was loud in her ear. Katrina nearly jumped a mile and her precious sketchbook flew from her lap and landed several feet from her. "Merlin's bloody--" Katrina covered her mouth with her hand as the curse escaped her lips. With heart racing a mile a minute, Katrina saw the large smug face of Hackasplat right beside her own.

"What was that bloody for?" Her words came out in a frightened scrambled mess. Her eyes were accusing, now turning annoyed as the words he had whispered set in. Halloween early? Katrina looked down at her outfit wondering if she was accidentally wearing a costume outfit or a shirt with a pumpkin or something on it. Instead, the hood slipped from her head and revealed her rumpled hair.

I don't want to deal with Hackasplat right now, Katrina thought to herself, the thought clearly expressed in her eyes. Katrina pulled the hood back up and crossed her arms angerly, the position somewhat awkward since she was still sitting.

Katrina saw her book open to a drawing of her cat, Boomerang. She left it there, not in the mood to crawl after it and invite Hackasplat to steal her chair or do something equally annoying.

She didn't hate the boy per say, she just extremely disliked him. They had only met once, and in that meeting he had been unbearably smug. The boy, whom she still didn't quite remember his name so she had dubbed him 'Hackasplat', had found her searching the Caretakers Office for Boomerang. In that meeting, he had been annoying and had left by startling her by spraying her with a water bottle and shutting the door behind him. The boy now just got on her nerves.

Katrina glared at the nuisance, "What do you want?"

A melodious crackle left Hanako’s mouth at the glorious reaction he was witnessed from the grim reaper. He didn’t particularly care about who he had just scared the witts out, but to his surprise, it turned out to be the Lioness.

Well, at least he thought it was. Her expression holds less... color than their last meeting. It was dull and tired. Surely, not only by her recent scare, right? The last time he saw her, it was when he tried to help her find that bloody c-

His head quickly scanned the room for the tiny devil, planning another quick escape. But it looked like it wasn’t needed as the room was free from the tiny devilish furball. His lack of sneezing was another good sign she didn’t bring her cat with her but just to be sure, he checked under the tables. He placed his knees on the floor and scanned the tables below, only managing to take note that the Lioness didn’t sit like someone normally would. Pssftt.

It may have looked odd and obvious to the Lioness about his sudden need to scan the floor from top to bottom, but he was only concerned about his own health so he didn’t mind that he looked a bit frantic for a second before breaking out into his classic cheeky grin.

“ A fine day to you as well, Lioness~. Nice to see you after a while, especially without that tiny devil “. He couldn’t manage to keep his disdain shut as his eyes landed on the open sketchbook with an all too familiar cat drawn nicely on it. “ Had a nice time in detention? Or did you manage to sneak out? I don’t think I’ve heard of you in a while, hm~”

Fake concern laced in his tone as he took a seat on the opposite side of her, getting a good look at just how tired she is. Despite his obnoxious tone, he was mildly curious as to what might have sucked her dry out of happiness.

She looked like she just slept in rubbish.

“ You look like you slept in rubbish“. He said out loud, as a reply to her asking why he was here. “ Well, actually I was here on a nice walk. Just like our lovely meeting the last time we met~. Except now, I think I’ll stay since I don’t see your tiny devil isn’t around. Where is he, by the way~?“.

He casually took out his small water bottle and placed it on the table for Walker to see clearly. His fingers played with the tiny bottle cap, opening and closing it for a few seconds before putting back his attention on her sketchbook, curiosity sparkling in his innocent honey-brown eyes.

His little happy castle adventure could wait. It looked like the girl in front of him had much more fun things to react to than a few centuries-year-old castle.

@Katrina Walker

Katrina’s glare simmered with annoyance, her brow furrowed and eyes squinted. Hackasplat suddenly dropped to the floor, causing the second year to peer over the side of the chair arm, curious if he fell. Instead, he was clearly searching under the tables for something. Her expression stayed the same, but her eyes glinted with the knowledge that he was searching for her cat that he was afraid of for some odd reason.

At his avoidance of using the word cat, a wry smirk pulled at one side of her lips. Then a scoff escaped them at the word detention, “I did not have detention,“ the Gryffindor spit out, “You really think someone would have caught me?” her question was pointed and egotistical, but she didn’t care, he was simply an annoyance, she would not let him get to her.

Katrina reached out to grab her sketchbook, hiding the frown on her face as he took a seat opposite of her. She didn’t want to deal with him right now. But her dignity refused to let her leave, he would be the one to leave, not her. Stubbornness kept Katrina firmly in her seat.

“You look like you slept in rubbish“. He said to Katrina. "Why thank you," she retorted, sarcasm dripping from her words.

“Well, actually I was here on a nice walk. Just like our lovely meeting the last time we met~." Katrina cut in, "I thought you were going to the hospital wing with a cold," she sneered, however, this time it was more half-heartedly.

Hackasplat continued on, "Except now, I think I’ll stay since I don’t see your tiny devil isn’t around. Where is he, by the way~?“ Tiny devil. Tiny. Devil. Who even refers to a cat as a 'tiny devil'? "Around," Katrina replied, inwardly begging Boomerang to poke his adorable fuzzy face in and scare the wits out of the firstie.

Hackasplat took out a spray bottle. A genuine spray bottle, from his robes. Because he casually keeps a spray bottle in his school robes. He must have been much more afraid of kittens then he let on. Katrina smiled, a extremely fake smile. The only way you could tell the difference with her is that she had a crooked smile, but this, this was her whole face. It was the most fake thing she had ever done. Katrina would rather make him barf slugs than let him see that though.

Two could play this game.

“ Ah yes of course~ The teal haired rebel~!” He made that nickname up, but it sounded like a nice rebellious hero name. “ Heh, I mean I can’t say anything about your evasion skills but it is pretty easy to spot you from afar if you haven’t noticed “ He smiled and played a bit oh his hair where the lioness’s teal streak would have been if they switched scalps. “ Detention is quite fun once you’ve gotten used to it~” he chuckled.

It was sad for him to admit, but he had never gotten detention in Hogwarts so far and it was honestly making him anxious. He wouldn’t know how great detention is but the lioness didn’t need to know that.

At the mention of the cold thing, Hanako almost burst out laughing. He almost forgot the pathetic excuse he used to cover up his allergies. The embarrassing period where he thought cold and flu were the same thing was not something he wanted to remember but when he did, he couldn’t help but laugh. “ Psft-Yes! The cold oh a very bad cold that was “ He tried to make a dramatic tearful face but it was ruined with his obvious attempt at containing his grinning.



“ Almost died! Ah the painful memories ~”

This was fun, he allowed himself to think. The lioness was quite nice to converse with if the furball wasn’t in the way.

“ No - seriously. A roommate of mine has trouble sleeping all the time- you two look kind of similar at the moment. “ He tapped on where his eyebags were supposed to be, indicating the Lioness truly did look like a zombie at the moment. “ Were you staying up all night thinking about cute I am despite spraying you water? Honestly, I would not be surprised. This face is quite unforgettable~ “ He then made a gesture that would just show how full he is of himself. ( Joke or not. It's hard to tell )



“ Around!” his mood dropped and fought the urge to scan the room. He trusted his nose better than the Lioness. “ I mean - of course, he would be around. He’s a companion of yours - it would just be a shame if he were to distract me from you with his…- fur? Yes, a nice coat of orange if I recalled. Actually- kinda see some resemblance with your hair atm. I’m sure if you used a teal dye and try it out on the furball… “

@Katrina Walker

Rebel? She was always categorized into the 'rebel' stereotype. It didn't matter what she did; if anyone had dyed hair, they were a rebel. What about Metamorphosis' certainly all of them weren't rebels. Katrina rolled with it, not allowing her mild annoyance to reach her features. And the whole spotting her? She could just as easily tuck her teal hair behind her red hair and, boom, she was gone. Hackasplat played with his own hair where her teal streak would be on his head. She also couldn't help but scoff. Really? The first year actually doing something that would get him in trouble? There were far more students actually doing things besides annoying people that would get them in detention.

All of his 'play acting' was getting annoying. It seemed his way of being a nuisance was pretending not to be. Katrina looked down at her sketchbook, now simply ignoring him. Sure, she wasn't able to tune out his voice, but she could easily pretend she was. Katrina flipped through the pages, allowing herself to be proud of her high standards of art. She tilted the edge away from him in an attempt to make it so he couldn't easily see it.

Katrina put the book away, her act on ignoring him a complete failure. "The only reason I would dream of you, would be because I stay up all night dreaming of the most annoying person on the entire planet and how I wish I could Flippindo him into a brick wall," Her voice was icy, painfully so. The whole topic of her sleep deprovision rubbing a nerve she usually kept buried deep down. She knew only as it came out of her mouth that she exposed him to the fact that there was something else bugging her.

Thankfully, Hackasplat became distracted by her comment about Boomerang. It was amusing how much he was terrified about her feline. He didn't know, but Boomerang wouldn't touch anything that wasn't bigger than a mouse. All small critters were in trouble, but any student or anything bigger than that was safe. But a snake... Katrina allowed a smirk to touch her face.

"Aw, you still love Boomerang... should I call him in? I'm sure he would love to see his favorite snake in the entire school," Katrina smiled, "Here, kitty kitty kitty!" Boomerang wouldn't actually come unless she clicked her tongue, but Hackasplat didn't know that. She honestly didn't want to deal with another wet and angry kitten, but it was still plenty nice to see him squirm. If she could just get Hackasplat to leave her alone...

“ They do say hate and love come hand in hand~” He teased with a mischievous wink. “ A flipendo, you say? Living to that bold and reckless Gryfindoor reputation~? Wouldn’t be the first Gryfidoor that raised a wand at me~ “. He hummed out, eyes wandering to the table surface blandly, the horrid memories of live slugs crawling up to his throat leaving its slimes tracing on his tongue, the struggle for regular breathing, permanent marks they left on his uniform, unable to stop. He laughed at the self joke he made that despite that experience, he never changed. Here he was taunting another student for the sake of his own amusement. But the teasing and insults, he thrived on this more than what sympathies and kind words would. Safe, that’s what he felt.

His ears picked up something about the furball and darted his eyes back to Katrina, who had a smirk plastered on her face that left a curiously intrigued yet worried look crossed his face. He knows better than to trust anyone that calmly smiles while engaging with him. His distrust was correct, as Walker sprouted out some comments about the tiny devil- to which Hanako barely had the time to cover up his slightly panicked look.

Snakes. He was going to make snakes after that orange furball.

“ Always a pleasure to be the tiny devils favorite snake.” He muttered, a bit bitterly. “ Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for him. You do know I’m quite a popular in- “

"Here, kitty kitty kitty!"

“ART!”

There was no hiding the fear laced in that one word. Although stupid, it was an obvious and the only attempt he could think off to be louder than Walkers call for her wretched furball. There was no way he’d allow a four-legged shedding machine to ruin his day. Genuinely complementing every single one of his enemies was more favorable than letting Walker call her cat. “Art..drawings. Even if you did try to hide that, I got to see some when I greeted you". 'greeting' meant sneaking up behind her back and making her curse.

"I’m not an artist- but I don’t think it requires a much to know you drew well.” When saying a compliment, it was kinda like speaking parseltongue. He never learned it but it flows out of his mouth and most people would react with shock. The only difference being that Parseltongue felt natural and compliments did not. “ Though- I hear that people who draw tend to be a bit of night owls, though. There are also things like- being emotional~”.

Despite lying to others and himself on a daily, Hanako was capable of telling the truth. When he said she slept like trash, he really meant it. It was a path- in his own twisted way- to ask what happened. What caused Walker to lose her color. “ Surely, there was something else that kept you up at night. Unless… you really did spend the whole night thinking about me?~” There comes in the joke he squeezed into his sentences when he started to sound less irritating than usual.

“ I’m flattered you think about me so much- but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your affections “. With dramatic flair- he looked into the distance with a solemn face, dabbing his invisible tears with an imaginary napkin. “ A lovely human such as I must be shared! You understand right? A cruel world! Yes, yes Walker I know~.”

@Katrina Walker

Why was he always bringing up love? Like she'd ever think about him. There were no boys in the school that caught her eyes anyway. She was too independent to rely on anyone else. Katrina debated hexing him right then and there, but alas, she wasn't one to cause anyone else pain. The struggles of actually caring about other humans. Katrina kept an indifferent expression on her face, doubting eyes, smug smirk, and a somewhat bored expression. "Sure, Gryffindor might be 'bold and reckless' but at least we aren't manipulative and annoying," Katrina added quietly.

Hackasplat spouted out some nonsense just as she fake-called Boomerang. She was delighted to see his frightened expression. He said that he wasn't afraid of them, yet he called them tiny devils. Katrina allowed a pleased side-smile on her face. This time, it wasn't forced at all. It was delightful to see the snake squirming like the little reptile he was.

"Hm, art you say. I hardly see you as a connoisseur of my work," His outburst of the terror laced word only deepened her smile. With his complement of her drawings, and incredulous expression played on her face, "Was that a complement I heard?" She play acted being overly astonished, "My oh my, I didn't think you had it in you,"

As Hackasplat went on about emotional and lack of sleep, Katrina simply stared right at him. He was touching too close to a nerve. She knew that he was reaching a point that was going to cause her to explode. Suddenly, the play acting was over for her and her joy was seeping away again. She took a breath, adjusting herself in the chair.

That was it. "If you really must know. I have been a tinsy bit stressed with the fact that I have nowhere to go for the summer. Grades are coming in soon and I actually put a lot of effort in for them. There are probably like a dozen people in the school that actually know me. There are a bunch of rumors going around that, to be frank, just drive me insane. My whole day has been pretty miserable. And I honestly don't want to deal with an annoying first year pest with oversized ego and a nose the is always in other peoples business." Her explosion was icy and filled with sarcasm and frustration. She knew immediately after saying all of that that he was going to have a billion more questions and she knew that one in particular was going to cause her to absolutely explode with rage that would make this seem like a blip on the scale. Katrina glared at her notebook, mad that she was frustrated. Why did he have to make her day horrible...

[font=Times New Roman]“Manipulative?Me? Absurd. I’m too kind for that~” he gushed with an innocent smile. “ While I’d love to hear more adjectives about the Slytherin house- I don’t think it’s anything I haven’t heard before. I do hope to hear more nicer descriptions of Slytherins coming out of your mouth. Although, I’m sure I’d be the last Slytherin you’d sing praises off, yes? “.

“ Bold...manipulative..reckless and annoying..they always have another side to them, do they? The reckless and the bold would usually be the ones to take action first when many would not. Manipulative- well, that seems like a stretch and while it may not be the best way, it could mean they were simply doing some sort of self-preservation or willing to go through lengths to achieve what they want. Just a bit lost on the moral compass. Annoying..” he smiled absently at this for a second. Personally, being annoying was a clear way of saving himself.

“ I’m rambling. Anyway, more importantly- I bet our common room is cooler than Gryffindors. Hands - “ he raised his hands -” down” placing his hands on the table with a slow gesture, showing he was fully confident about his claim. Weather Kat choose to react to it was entirely her choice. It wasn’t a bad idea to ignore Hanako when he had mentioned something that he had no intention of answering.

Hanako watched with an annoyed pout at the Lioness teasing about his inability to make compliments. He just had to play right into her hands. “ The less I’m known for generously giving away compliments, the more value they have when I do. Don’t expect another from me too easily, that’s for sure. “ He tried to look stern but it didn’t fit with his child-like face, making it look like he was a kid that tried to insist he doesn’t like to play toys anymore. From then on, he expected the conversation to flow freely with more banter with the Lioness. However, it seemed like that wasn’t the case anymore.

There was a sudden sharp chill in the air. Hanako may be dumb in many things, but while he appears like he wouldn’t know how to read the situation but in reality, he just chooses to be ignorant about it. He just couldn’t pinpoint what.His gut is telling him that ...somewhere along the lines of what he previously said..may not be the best line to cross. It’s apparent with the drastically different tone she used now in contrast to before. She was worried about...what people thought about her? Grades? Nowhere to go? Grades? A pest that ruined her day? The last statement was the least worrisome, but the rest was just ridiculous.

It took a lot of energy for Hana not to show his blatant disappointment. He really couldn’t understand people who care so much about tiny things like validation and grades. To the boy has never had the pleasure of hearing the horrible news about Katrina’s parents - he was focused instead on the wrong things. Perhaps if he pondered more on her words carefully he would’ve picked up that this was more than just a mere bad day for her. But he didn’t. And at the moment, he was mildly annoyed at what she was beating herself up for.

“ Really? You’re losing sleep over a few simple rumors ~?” A tinge of irritation could be found in this tone despite how playful he tried to sound. There was a million better way he could’ve worded his concern better- but that was a skill he has yet to learn. “ I would’ve thought you were stronger than that. It’s tiring, isn’t it? To care so much about stuff like that.” He was unsure what to say next. The way they reacted to what other people thought of them was different. He could understand where she was coming from but to explain that without belittling her got his tongue-tied. So instead, like the dumb idiot he is, he finalized his weak argument with a; “ Just forget about them “. He shrugged as if she hasn’t figured that out. Truly, a moron.
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