Echoing Footsteps Closed

Leonard believed in the concept of equality.

There were many reasons he believed in this concept. First, it was scientifically proven to be correct. It wasn't just some line in a bearded poet's parchment, it was real. Second, it was just plain old fun to abuse such concepts.

Abuse was something of a misnomer. Of course, he didn't go around adjusting entire buildings to be equal and causing them to collapse, as his limited architectural knowledge would surely do. But he did use it to justify his actions, actions that he was very much not proud of doing. Sort of. The actions were like ice cream. If you did it too much, it ended up losing the taste of thrill, excitement. At least, as much excitement and thrill one could have out of picking on any unfortunate soul of his liking. But when you had it at the right time, the right flavour, it was something to be savoured for the rest of the week.

Enter the brunette he'd been eyeing after sifting through his targets. He'd been enough nice for today, it was time to keep his reputation up. The reputation of a two-faced coin, as he liked to call it. Silver in tongue, double-dealing, and afraid of losing its value. He didn't quite like the last part as much as the others.

"Oi," he said, putting on a smile fake as one could do. "You do know classes won't magically teleport to wherever you are, yeah? If you're good enough to go to this school, you'd think you'd be smart enough to know North and South."

He was back in the game, the best game of them all, manipulation and bullying.

Interacting with: @Leonard Oaksworth & @Paisley Brown

@Leonard Oaksworth @Elizabeth Isaacs
"Oi"
Paisley was brought from her long reverie when she heard a voice behind her. She turned around, immediately becoming disoriented again. She had to remind herself of where she was, or where she thought she was, before she could focus on what was in front of her.
There stood a Slytherin boy, who was older than her, no doubt. At least someone had come to talk to her. Maybe she wouldn't be lost forever. The thought brought hope into Paisley, but it was crashed back down again at the Slytherin's mocking.
You do know classes won't magically teleport to wherever you are, yeah? If you're good enough to go to this school, you'd think you'd be smart enough to know North and South."
"I-I" she stuttered. Pull yourself together, Brown! She scolded herself. This was no time to stutter. She was dealing with her first older student, and it was a Slytherin! She had to be on her feet for this. Of course I know North and South. North is-" she stopped short. She had no idea where she was. North could be anywhere. Uhm-well-" she was thankful when another voice stopped her speaking, and hopefully bringing the attention off of her confusion.
Another girl, who looked around the same age as Paisley, approached. She was much shorter than the other Slytherin, and she reached only to Paisley's shoulder. Her hair was a light blond color, pulled up into a ponytail.
I couldn't help but over hear your comments. I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Isaacs. Pure-blood. And you two are?" Paisley paused for a moment. She didn't understand why, at this school, everyone was so caught up in blood types. In the end, they were all still human.
Because of the young Gryffindor's family, she got the best of both worlds. her father being a muggle but her mother being a witch was one of Paisley's favorite things about herself, because she was able to use muggle gadgets (A television, for example, although due to a bad experience with one she had to be supervised) while also, in time, learn to cast and use spells.
"I'm Paisley Brown. Half-blood, although I don't see why it matters." Paisley added the last part in under her breath, hopefully not loud enough for the other students to hear.
"I'm lost, too, although I don't suppose you two will help me find my way to any classroom, or room, or even hallway that I know of. I'll just be stuck here, wandering the halls until a Gryffindor comes and finds me."she said this calmly, as if it were as casual as stating the weather. Over her short amount of time at Hogwarts, Paisley had developed a biased over anything with a green crest related to snakes. They were just too...sneaky. Every time she saw a Slytherin she thought they looked as if they were up to something. She steered clear of them, although it was hard when they shared classes.
Perhaps these Slytherins would change her mind. Or, perhaps they would only make her prejudice worse.

Reducio

Well, I can see this is going to go well. She's pretty much picking a fight here

Leonard was slightly surprised to see another green-robed girl joining the conversation. Hopefully she wouldn't be one of the goody-two shoes type to immediately run over to an authority figure and get them all in trouble, though with her introduction, he was fairly certain she would be swayed by him soon enough. Pureblood Slytherins were the equivalent of royalty in Hogwarts, and while Leonard didn't care much about parentage, he did care about not getting caught and having someone on his side. Who better to help him than a person who upon first impression cared enough about their so-called purity of blood to have it be their defining feature? Pompous creatures, those like her were, according to experience. Cold and ambitious, enhanced by the emerald tie and snake emblem.

"Well, Brown," he said, stepping closer and smiling wider. "North, on a compass, would be opposite of south. You know was south is, don't you? I mean, I probably shouldn't assume, considering you still aren't able to finish your definition of North. Oh, and I'm a half-blood as well. But, surprisingly, I know how to navigate both this school and muggle directions. Impressive, isn't it? Name's Leonard Oaksworth. Ever heard of me?"

"In all seriousness, I'm surprised you were able to go this long without finding anything. I know the stairs move, but I am fully certain the floors don't. At the very least, you would've found a door by now. How about you try going to another floor instead of just wandering around here? Or do I have to explain to you how to go up and down staircases as well?"

It was refreshing, in a sense, to finally have a chance to use his skills of wordplay on someone. Ever since his other victim had secluded to the walls of Merlin dormitory, he hadn't any chance to be, in said victim's words, a complete and utter jerk. But that changed today. Perhaps even accompanied by a new pureblood ally. Oh, what fun.