closed Pv Delilah Stewart A Game, You Say? Well Then, I Choose Death

Del had been sitting in the small hall, minding her own business. That was a lie she was people-watching and minding the least amount of her own business as she physically could. She had finished her studying to do list for the day so she was just chilling, one leg crossed over the other in an armchair just seeing what people were up to for the day. Sooner or later she would likely continue studying, but for the moment, she was nosy-ing, she could maybe overhear a thing or two to give to the headliner.

That was until a first year chose violence. Flying through the doors and trying to set the chandelier on fire. Delilah had a quick scan around the room and realised that there weren't any prefects or anything, which made her, in her mind, the most qualified person to deal with this child.

"What the hell are you doing?" She shouted, silently casting Extinguo at the chandelier, she has been practising her skill of silent casting in case it needed to be used in duelling. She jumped up from her seat to confront the first year. "Do you have a death wish? That could have fallen down here and hurt a bunch of people." She looked around again and there wasn't actually that many people but that wasn't the point of the matter.

Outfit: Here ---------------------------

Interacting with: @Clark Baird ---------------------------

Oh, it wasn't much that he had to do just to piss off one person. Most of the time, all he would've done was commit to destroying objects in every shape or form. Who cared if it was arson- or breaking and entering- or robbery. He's done it all before!

But that wasn't quite as important. What was important- was that there was a girl who apparently was in the Small Hall, who got angry with him- according to her tone. Clark didn't have a great character detection, but he had to simply assume that she was mad- but why?

"Why the fuck am I being asked- I'm sorry- let me be nicer. I'm sure you want me to be nice. Why? Well- I simply just don't like the chandelier. It's so... old. We need some new stuff. Perhaps with my name on it! You know what- that's a good idea- I might just bring something to write with and write my name on it tomorrow."

Clark smiled, lost in his daydream, until he finally took it into his sightline to see that the fire was extinguo'd. "YOU BLOODY TRAITOR. YOU [insert cuss words] DONT KNOW HOW BADLY I WANTED THAT THING ON FIRE!"

"What's a death wish? Is it like you revoking my ability to set things on fire? "JACULOR!"