~*~ BANG BANG ~*~ ||TRISTEN!||

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Teacher says that I’ve been naughty,
I must learn to CONCENTRATE. But the girls
they pull my hair and with the boys I can’t relate!.
DON’T YOU WANT TO!?
Don’t you want to be the ONE!?
DON’T YOU WANT TO!?
!!! BangBAngBANgBANGbANGbaNGbanG !!!

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Sinead let out a long sigh as she looked up tracing her gaze across the classroom she despised the most. Arithmancy. There was no distinguishable feature that set it apart from anyother classroom in the school. No, it had the standard wooden desks, the larger teachers desk, a black board, cupboards, diagrams and posters attached to the walls. . .normal. The only thing that set it apart was because of the subject she was subjected to within these four stone walls.

Sinead hated arithmancy, she wasn’t good at it. . .her grades weren’t too bad, but they could be much much better than they were. Though when it came to this subject n particular, Sinead just could not be bothered. She would sit at the back of the classroom most days etching symbols or random shapes into her desk or onto her parchment, not really focusing on whatever the teacher was writing on the board or saying. Perhaps that was why she was still here.

All the rest of her classmates were probably downstairs doing their usual gossip, making fren-emies and whatnot, and where was Sinead? Still stuck in the Arithmancy room because the Professor had saw it fit to keep her behind. The Professor, who had left just a few minutes ago to go to the staffroom. Sinead twirled her quill in her hand, adjusting her extremely short skirt with the other. He left had then moved to ruffle her ponytail, her hair was loosely waved today. Sinead hadn’t bother to straighten it after she had taken a shower: this was rare, but not a surprise. Sinead didn’t bother too much with her appearance. She was pretty and she didn’t really need to, but one would think that she had a tendency to tone down her attractiveness on purpose. Perhaps, afterall she’d never really like the girl who paraded around the school dolled up to the nines. . .Sinead did wear makeup, but it was rare she would wear it during class, or school days in general.

She turned her gaze back to the parchment and the book infront of her, resuming her note taking, trying to figure out the equations, but after a few minutes she just crumpled up the paper and through it across the room. It landed just short of the bin and Sinead groaned. Getting up she made her way heavily to the front of the classroom, and bent down picking up and binning the parchment, before returning to her desk. Once she reached it she flopped into her seat and leant back putting both hands over her eyes. Merlin how she hated Arithmancy. . .

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[tristen]

Boredom did not suit Tristen Abercrombie. No, not at all. He was the sort of guy who hated idle time on his hands, not that his academics indicated such. He never received the highest marks, nor the lowest either. Tristen was a mid-range, average, type of guy when it came to his studies. After all, didn't the saying go - Sleep. Good grades. Social life. Pick two? Or something like that. Tristen picked sleep and a social life. Lack of sleep was bad for ones health and Tristen knew he needed his beauty rest to remain as handsome as he was. Besides, working out on little sleep just wouldn't do. Then Ainsley would start beating him during their runs or something, not that they were always competing during their runs.

So, his grades were alright whereas he excelled when it came to sleep and social life. Yes, Tristen Abercrombie was notorious when it came to his social life as he included many of the older girls in Hogwarts as part of his social life. He tried to stick to 6th and 7th years to to Ainsley, his sister, being a 5th year. Yeah, something was just a bit wrong about that. Though, if the ladies wanted him, they could have him. Who was he to argue?

There was one 5th year in particular who always served to peak his interest. Sinead O'Hara. She was a girl with bite to her, though not in the literal fashion. He wouldn't put it past her, though. The thought made him cringe a bit. Sinead and him had a good relationship. A volatile, but good nonetheless. She was, in a way, reliable despite that she could fly off the hinges at the slightest thing. And so, she usually served to end his boredom. And this was why Tristen found himself wandering the halls towards the classroom she was supposed to be in when he found out from Dem that Sinead wasn't in the commons.

Yes, he had a pretty good idea of his schedule. This type of thing was necessary to be as smooth as he was. You couldn't send girls flowers if you didn't know where their classes were. Although, Sinead wasn't a girl he would send flowers too. No, their relationship was not that complex. It was simple. They served to annoy each other and...use each other for certain purposes. Tristen peaked in the classroom to find no professor. He smirked, his eyes falling on the beautiful yet plain girl in the chair. Tristen liked how Sinead never called attention to her looks, he able to appreciate her in a form that not everyone did. Though, she also had her ways with boys as well. Or that's what he assumed. He didn't particularly care.

"And what do we have here," he said, smirking as though he were pleased as he walked into the room.

[sinbin]

Teacher says that I’ve been naughty,
I must learn to CONCENTRATE. But the girls
they pull my hair and with the boys I can’t relate.
DON’T YOU WANT TO!?
Don’t you want to be the ONE!?
DON’T YOU WANT TO!?
!!! BangBAngBANgBANGbANGbaNGbanG !!!

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Sinead was rather enjoying the feel of her hands against her eyes, somehow they served to ease the tiredness that Sinead hadn’t really noticed before. She let out another breath just as she heard the door click. She didn’t react, assuming it was the professor returning. . .however when the voice that spoke was not a middle aged man, or older Sinead’s assumption was proven wrong.

And what do we have here," Sinead’s clenched her jaw slightly, nostrils flaring briefly. She didn’t have to remove her hands from her eyes to know who it was, or to know he was smirking. However, considering the company she guessed she probably should.

After savouring for a millisecond more, the feeling of cold hands on warm eyelids, she removed them and now looked steadily at the seventh year who had just entered. Tristen Abercrombie. “Well whatever it may be, it has served to interest you.” She responded simply. Her lips formed a tight line (almost like a small smirk) for a moment before she took her gaze from him and returned it to her book. Tristen may have every other girl in the school drooling over him, and there was no doubt in Sinead’s mind that he was very aware of the latter; But her? No. Sinead wasn’t the type to drool. Yes, Tristen was attractive, but so were quite a few other guys in the school. Mind you, he was probably one of the better ones. . . Not that Sinead would advertise just who she thought was . . . well acceptable.

Tristen did have his purposes though, the fact he was attractive was a bonus too, so Sinead guessed the older guy did hold some sort of place with her. However it was not in the same way that most of her classmates would immediately consider. Sinead didn’t consider romantic relationships, to her they weren’t worth the effort. Perhaps it was her mother having a different man every other week, or how her father had dealt with his divorce. . .either way, Sinead didn’t see the point. Why end up crying over a guy? They had their perks, but that was not one, and not something Sinead was going to open herself to. She was a very closed off individual indeed. However Sinead was perfectly happy with this, she saw no problem with using guys like Tristen, no one was getting hurt, so no one was at fault.


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[tristen]

Tristen's pleased smirk did not disappear from his face as he saw Sinead's jaw tense lightly. His footsteps would announce his entrance into the classroom, leaving the door open behind him so they may be able to hear any approaching footsteps. Tristen was one for girls, partying, and a good time. But, he wasn't really fond of detention. He was well aware that anytime with Sinead was more than likely to lead him into their detention. Their normal interactions were not really permitted at Hogwarts, which is why the always sought out dungeons or some trees near to the forest. Something.

“Well whatever it may be, it has served to interest you.”

"Oh..hmm...yeah, Arithmancy is definitely my favourite subject," he said, still smirking slightly as he walked over to her desk, resting a hand on the back of her chair and leaning over to look at her book. Talking, for these two, just proved to be an annoyance. The reason they had whatever relationship they had was because neither of them favored talking with one another. It was usually some sort of annoyed bantering around before Sinead would snap at him. Tristen was too laid back to really care, always tempting her patience.

"And you must love it without late you've stayed, yeah?" he asked, knowing she must have hated the subject to be kept late. Who would like anything they were struggling in? At least, he assumed she was struggling. That or she had just done something in class that had gotten her held after in here instead of in proper detention.