Closed Rude Rivals PV Theo Vendeberg

Quinn raised her eyebrow at the boy. What exactly did he mean by that? Quinn wondered.
"Yes I am and why does that matter?" Quinn asked the boy. Theodore. Interesting Quinn thought.
"I don't know, I think it is important to know all the different types of magic." Quinn responded, annoyed at Theodore's comment.
"My mum uses matchboxes to light candles." Quinn said rolling her eyes. Obvioulsy he doesn't have a sense of manners. Quinn thought.
"Your english." Quinn stated, combating his 'irish' comment. She was a little touchy on the subject as a certain rival had, had some things to say about her accent.

Quinn looked at her book which was explaining how to transfigure the object.
"Your waving your wand a little wildly." Quinn said, not able to stop herself. She just wanted to help and sometimes her mouth didn't know when not to help.
"Thought you should know." She continued. Quinn looked at the instructions on the book again before raising her wand and trying to transfigure the object. I wonder if the teacher had trouble with transfiguration when they were younger. I mean, everyone has to start somewhere right? Quinn sighed then looked back at Theodore, waiting for an answer.

Quinn listened to Theodore and realized that he wasn't making eye contact. Quinn was taken aback by the sudden question.
"I-I'm not-why?" Quinn stuttered after his question on her roots. Quinn raised her eyebrow even further as the boy continued to go on about his not very open mind to learning.
"Yeah. Sounds fascinating. I think that all the subjects are at least mildly interesting." Quinn said with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. Quinn internally freaked out as Theodore's voice turned cold. Was that a threat? Quinn wondered. As the boy started to make excuses that were steadily becoming wilder Quinn felt her eyebrows sky rocket. Is he seriously trying the old my wand doesn't work? Quinn thought incredulously.
"Uh. I don't think it's your wand's fault." Quinn stated. Maybe his wand arm's... Quinn thought smirking. Quinn looked back at the book which was in fact a bit... confusing. Quinn pointed her wand then twirled it, muttering under her breath.

Quinn looked at Theodore.
"You know, people mess up all the time. You don't have to be so defensive." Quinn said, sounding a little bossy but she didn't really care.
"Most people don't get it on their first try. It's called not being perfect." Quinn took a deep breath feeling as if she was sounding a little rude.
"Sorry... I-er-nevermind." She said after a moment before trailing off. The boy was fairly rude. Quinn wasn't much better though. In Fact the touchy subject of her Irish accent had made her a little...mad. Quinn shook her head to clear it.

Quinn felt herself grow more annoyed as Theodore continued talking. I am being to judgemental. She relized. Quinn did feel like there was something else behind the boy's smile.
"I'm from Dublin." She responded, her mind flashing to the cobblestone streets and the beautful city.
"It's quite nice there." she commented. Quinn looked back at the text book. Theodore spoke again.
"Magic? Well I know the magic we were taught in class. And I have been working on a few spells by myself." Quinn replied, rolling her eyes. I wonder why he is frowning like that, not used to not getting stuff on the first try. Quinn wondered.
"What? Not used to failing something?" She asked sarcasticly. Quinn went back to her text book as she waited for the boy to respond. She had thought that maybe a gryffendor might be nice despite there stupidity and "wonderful brave actions". Of course there praise probably went to there head and Quinn was beggining to see the his praise maybe was a little to much. The hot head in front of her- well really besides her was very annoying. That might have just been Quinn though but he seemed very arrogant and snobbish.

Quinn held back a smile as Theodore realized what she had said. He said his wand onto his desk. His eyes looked a little to eager to Quinn as he talked to her. He wants to see my most intricate spell? Bring it on! Quinn grinned.
"Alright... if you insist." Quinn took her wand out. I don't think sparks is enough- I know... Quinn pointed her wand at the desk before looking at Theodore again. He asked for it. She turned to him and made it look like she was thinking. Flicking her wand she muttered a spell.
"Tarantallegra" She muttered. The spell to her amazment- hit! The streak of light slammed into Theodore and his legs began to dance. Quinn giggled against her will.
"Hey, you asked for it!" She said between gasps of laughter. Theodore hopefully wouldn't retaliate with a spell of his own. Might be hard to grab his wand though. Quinn giggled again as Theodore's legs continued to dance against there own will. Man- I hope I don't get into any trouble for this. Quinn thought. Quinn looked around at the class most of them hadn't seemed to notice what had happened yet, a few curious onlookers looked at her with raised eyebrows but Quinn felt she was safe for now.