Meandering Mishcheif (Tag: Dein)

Eirina scurried through the halls, dodging between students left and right on all four legs of hers, her tail swinging softly behind her as she went unnoticed. Classes had been let out, and most students were moving on to their next class. It had been a long time since Eirina was out, and even longer since she had used her animagus form. She was shocked when she realized how much she missed running and feeling so free, not going noticed by the students.

Into the courtyard, Eirina wrapped around a wall and sat herself in the shade, next to the only tree that was located in the courtyard. It was also nice of her to see how the students interacted, without the pressure of a professor, or headmistress, being present to influence their conversation and emotional standing. Eirina had completely forgotten just how much she learned from being an animagus. She'd have to do this more often.

Dein sat in the hall, on a ledge that opened up to the courtyard. The ledge was under an arch that cast a shadow across his face, over the bridge of his nose. He was once again wasting his time away with his little black book and all its little secrets. Any student who passed by received a cold glare from him, as he would lift his book up to his chest to keep it from prying eyes.

Eirina itched the back of her head with her foot, followed by a quick lick of the paw. It was habit, at this point, even though there was no reason for her to lick her paw. There wasn't much reason in a good portion of her animalistic actions, but then again she was an animal after all.

The crowds had started to die down, and it was only then that Eirina noticed Dein. He sat there, not attending his classes, as he should have been. That bothered her a little bit. No, it bothered her a lot. It was different to skip class if you were in your dorm, studying or sick, (not that Eirina would know anything about that...) but it was another to be out in the open, clear as day skipping out on a class. No excuses, and Eirina didn't do well without excuses.

So, Eirina sat in watch, her now squinted eyes watching Dein carefully, a bit annoyed.

He was entirely aware that he should be going to class, but it didn't seem to bother him. So he'd be late to Transfigurations, no big deal. He did plan to go at least, the teacher should be grateful of that.

He rubbed his eyes as he shut his book and yawned. Just a few more months, he routinely told himself. Naer may have offered a place for him here to figure things out, but after some long thought on it, he realized he couldn't even stand being here long enough to graduate. Hogwarts just seemed to be babysitting him. After the tournament, classes seemed foolish, dull. He wanted to be out in the world, seeking answers to the mysteries that plagued his mind.

He wanted to know about the Ministry, and what the human-like creatures were doing in the tournament. If they were in the tournament, how many more of them were there? There was also Lestrange, Headmistress of Durmstrang, but he knew she had even deadlier secrets than the Ministry. That woman was shrouded in many layers of mystery, but more importantly, she knew his secret.

Dein flexed his fist, containing his anger as he got to his feet and started walking down the empty hallway. Though he was headed for class, he'd left his book bag behind. The focus on his little black book kept him from realizing this. His grip on the book was so tight that his knuckles had turned white, and though he was looking ahead in the direction he was headed, the look in his eyes said he was elsewhere.

Eirina watched as Dein stood, leaving his book bag behind. Immediately, she took that as a sign that he wasn't going to class. And the fact that her carried around a tiny book, his fist completely crumpled, Eirina then assumed that he was angry, possibly liable to get into a fight or argument, and she wouldn't dare to allow that to happen.

Quickly getting onto her paws, she ran, jumping up as she approached Dein from behind, and snatched the book between her teeth. Within a second she landed, and flipped into a fast paced turn, heading in the opposite direction that Dein was walking. She didn't know if she could outrun him, not that that was her plan, but she didn't really consider how fast she was, or slow, just that she was running and hoping that he would be following.

As the book was yanked from him he spun on his heels, firing a stupefy where no one stood. He had a split second of confusion, before spotted the long-bodied rat scurrying away. It was no ordinary rodent, but Dein didn't care who it was; he wasn't letting anyone see the contents of the book.

"Expulso!" The ground sparked near the mink, but aiming at such a tiny form was difficult, so the spell only had the effect of alarming the damn thing. He pursued it for a moment, before casting an Accio on the book. Whether the rodent would travel with it or not, Dein didn't care.

Eirina quickly changed back into herself, deflecting the accio spell with a roll of her eyes.

"Seriously? Do you follow any of the rules? I could give you a detention right now...and why aren't you in class? I could give you another detention!"

She was angry, but more frustrated then anything. Why was he causing so much trouble, and so much commotion? It wasn't just pranking trouble, either. He could actually be harming someone, throwing spells like that! And what was he thinking? He was harming himself, too, but not attending class! Eirina wasn't sure what he was doing, but it certainly wasn't thinking.

When the mink turned into the Headmistress, Dein stopped in his tracks. Of all people- Naer was an animagus? No, it didn't matter, that wasn't important right now. He watched her for several long moments, dumbfounded by her appearance. He hadn't even done anything till she'd taken his property.

He knew he couldn't just walk away, or use excuses; not with the Headmistress. So, with a heavy exhale, he approached her, holding out his wand, as he was sure that's what she wanted. In exchange, however, he held out his hand, expecting to get his book back. As he waited for her to process the gesture, he spoke moodily, "Are you stalking me now?"

His gaze lowered to the book in her hand, and his index finger twitched. He'd be adding some more to Eirina's page after this, now that he had her animagus form clear in his mind.

"I was taking a nice stroll, for your information. And what do you have to say for yourself?"

She didn't plan on giving him a detention, as long as he said sorry. If he understood what he did wrong, she'd let him slide. She did that sometimes. Sometimes. Not all the time, but there were people like him, and even Alexander when he had been a student, who she'd let slide every here and there. Next time it'd be different.

Eirina put his book out in his reach, as though to give it back to him, but she wouldn't actually hand it over until he said sorry. She had no intention of taking the book, she had just wanted to draw his attention back to his bags and his studies. Not that she even got there. She also refused to take his wand from him. She didn't want his wand, normally she probably would have taken it, too, but she pitied him for everything she kind of put him through, with the tournament and all.

If she was referring to him not being in class, he didn't realize it. She should have been far more severe than she sounded, but he realized she was waiting for something when he made to take the book, but her firm grip had not yet released it.

He looked up at her for some sort of hint, but there was nothing. Just the stern expression on her face, like a mother lecturing a child.

"I was thinking about the final task. The creature I fought. You took me by surprise."

Eirina immediately felt guilty, but she didn't let that show. She couldn't push it, she couldn't be too soft. But it became quite clear to him that he wasn't going to apologize, so instead Eirina took the book, grabbed his bag, and threw the book into the back before chucking it his way.

"Detention with me tonight at 7:00, I'll see you in the Detention Chamber."

(bipolaaaarrr <33)

"What?" He stammered as he caught the bag, "You can't be-" he sighed, "Fine, whatever."

He turned his heels and headed back down the hall, eager to put as much distance between him and the 'mistress as possible. Just a few more months. Just a few more.