Unusual Calm || OPEN

Stasja shook her head as she walked closer towards the person who chose to ignore her. She wasn't sure if whoever it was just didn't care, but she knew good and well she was being ignored. It wasn't like she had whispered. No. Her voice was clear and solid, they heard, she knew they heard. Another no good Gryffindor perhaps, she wouldn't be surprised if it was Sirius. She let out a small chuckle. Sirius? He wouldn't be caught dead at the library.

Her robe flew behind her as she walked faster until she reached the table. A student with black hair was asleep on his book. Stasja frowned, a look of disgust on her face. She couldn't make out who it was or what house they were in. Looking around, she wondered if anyone else was there, but as she'd told everyone to leave, they were now alone except for the librarian. Her head turned back and she cringed realizing that the boy was drooling all over his book.

"Helloooo," she said almost as if she were a ghost. "Oy. You. Wake up." At first she tried to just wake him up quietly. Sleep was something that Stasja found almost holy, but mostly because she hated to get woken up the wrong way. Many girls in her house had found that out the hard way after they'd pulled her out of sleep by yelling or throwing things in her bed to awaken her. No, she understood the stress it gives the body when being jarred out of sleep and she tried her hardest to not do that to anyone else.

When the boy still lay on his books, she blew air out and up on her bangs making them fly above her head. "Listen, if you don't wake up I'll poke you," she said with a grin. "I'm serious. I'll poke you with my wand, I might even add in some shock to it."

When the boy spoke, Stasja recognized the voice immediately. She knew all of the Slytherins and Tyson Edgemont was no different. His voice had a quality to it that she could pick out of a concert. Stasja huffed, she really did not need this right now. But she'd never let anyone slide, either. It wasn't in her agenda to play favorites towards Slytherins above all other students in other houses.

Curfew was curfew and that applied to her house as well. "I'm not asking you to go with me, I just want you to leave and go into the common room. I don't care if you pass out in the common room, just get there," she said almost snapping at him. But when he proceeded to just sleep right through her speaking, she took her wand out.

Though a little annoyed, she couldn't help smile a little. "Dreaming about bunnies, are we?" she mocked him slightly to annoy him before poking his shoulder.
*Poke* one... The boy didn't stir. *Poke* two... Nothing again. Not even a grunt. He just laid there over his book drooling some more. Stasja usually never tried to aggravate students who were just minding their own business. But she had responsibilities to carry out.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," she scolded Tyson as if she were his mother.
She sent a slight shock wave to the tip of his wand and pushed it on his shoulder lightly, there was a spark and a quiet buzz.

Stasja tried not to laugh as the boy jumped and fell over his chair. It was such a tiny shock, "Didn't know you were such a baby Edgemont" a smile crept on her face. He looked such a mess, Stasja stopped laughing and looked over at him with a little bit of worry. She really did hate waking people up, but he was better off dealing with her than one of the professors who would most likely take points off and give him detention.

At first she thought he was just going to keep yelling at him and Stasja's brows frowned, readying herself to yell right back at him. Maybe not yell, but scold. Stasja hardly ever yelled, raised her voice, yes, many times... Alright, all the time. But she never yelled. When the boy calmed down a little, Stasja put her wand back in her robes.

"Oh I know you were having a nice dream. About bunnies, no less," she teased, "regardless of how cute your dream was, it's time to take it to your dorm. Curfew and all." Stasja shrugged and crossed her arms as if letting him know that she was just doing her job. Usually, if people messed up, she'd let them mess up so they could take whatever punishment was due. But sometimes, she actually did her job. Besides, he was a Sytherin and she quiet liked him. Maybe no liked him, but she didn't dislike him for sure.

Stasja looked around making sure they were the only ones left. If anymore students were in the library hiding out, she was really going to lose it. "What are you doing here so late anyways? I never see you here," she stated though she herself was seldom seen there. But she liked to keep an eye on things. That and her secret love for reading forced her to visit the library on occasion.

Stasja raised her eyebrows as she smirked. "Vampire bunnies?" she said, "That's the best you could come up with?" Different things ran into her mind of a hundred things that could be better than vampire bunnies. Flesh eating, brain sucking, zombie bunnies for one. And berserker bunnies with bloody eyes, shark teeth and wolverine claws for another. Stasja read a lot of horror novels and she was glad that the library offered them. Sometimes when she needed a good book to scare her out of her wits while home for the summer, she'd visit the muggle bookshop the next town over. No one knew she went there, her parents would absolutely murder her. Not that she particularly liked muggles or anything, but they had a lot of good books.

She eyed him as he packed his belongings. She'd wanted to get a few books for herself, but it didn't look like that'd be happening tonight. "Of-of course I mind the curfew," she stated a lie. No, she didn't mind the curfew, not at all. Not that she did it much, but only when she had to. She was good at hiding in the shadows and being unseen. "I'm the Head Girl, I-I always mind the curfew and-and so should you," she scolded him a little. "There are odd things in this castle and I won't always be there to protect you from vampire bunnies," she chuckled slightly.

She frowned at the sound of Slughorn's name. He was perhaps Stasja's most despised teacher. Of course, it could have something to do with the fact that she was horrible at potions. But he didn't have to know that as she forced Eileen, her egghead cousin, to do all her potions assignments. It was unfortunate that Eileen couldn't be in the same class as her to do their in class experiments as well. Slughorn was starting to get suspicious as to why Stasja was passing her homework but failing her classwork.

"Contrary to popular belief, you actually do not have to be in the library to study," she said in a mocking tone with a hint of amusement in her voice. "I-I was just mmmaking sure that everyone was in their common rooms by curfew," she said with a little bit of a stammer. Also contrary to popular belief, Stasja did not like lying and she was terrible at it. Her head turned towards the clock, 9:05. Damn, they were late already.

"Aaaand now we're both late," she stated. Though most students thought that she, as the Head Girl, never got into trouble, they were wrong. She never got into trouble because she was never caught. If she were caught though, her punishment would be much worse than anyone else's because she was supposed to be a 'role model,' and 'example.' She sighed and looked around to the front of the library. The librarian was leaving and snuffing out all of the lights.

Stasja sighed and blew out some air towards her bangs. "This is just great," she sighed turning to Tyson. "Stop dilly-dallying and come on," she whispered to him, waving him over.

Stasja had to disagree with him. If everyone knew she liked to read, they would all make fun of her. Then she'd be called an egghead or a know-it-all or some similar name. And then no one would listen to her when she needed them to do something. She was better off with everyone thinking she was a heartless Slytherin who had no time for such frivolities as reading.

Tyson seemed to have missed getting hit and Stasja could hear him, though it was still dark. She grumbled, as she tried to move but there was something heavy on top of her. With her hands, she felt at the thing that was keeping her down. It was heavy and made with some odd material. Cloth? Fur? A light appeared from Tyson's wand and she sighed in relief. Why hadn't she thought to make a light with her wand?

Stasja looked at the object on top of her and immediately screamed as if someone were killing her. "What is it! Get it off me! Fuck, fuck! Get it off!" she scrambled frantically as she squeezed her eyes shut, her arms pulled back trying not to touch the furry thing that she realized was a life sized werewolf figure. Her legs kicked as she tried to push her body upwards.



[[sorry my posts have been sucking so bad. i'm losing my muse.]]