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Csuri was walking, leveling a huffed sigh as she headed away from the object of her frustration. It was a moment of silence in a blissfully empty part of the hallway. Everyone was outside, probably enjoying one of the last nice days of fall before winter set in. Or they were studying somewhere... who knew? She was just glad for the quiet.... until she heard someone call after her. Well, probably her. Either way, Csuri's steps quickened, not particularly wanting to be caught.

When the voice appeared at her side, Csuri halted, sending over a steely glare. Why the hell had he chased her down!? Could he seriously not take a clue?! She did not want to speak with someone who so expertly angered her. At his words, the curly haired teen snorted, before responding coldly. "“Oh right, I’d so much rather have a bunch of doe-eyed idiots that just want to lavish me with compliments as long as I win. You’re right. What deep and meaningful friendships you have.” She rolled her eyes (not for the first time in even a few moments), before chomping down on the apple again. She started walking, pausing only to throw the apple core in one of the classroom trash cans before continuing on.

As long as she’d been alive, Csuri had been scolded by everyone for “being too mean” and not “trying hard enough” to get friends. And honestly, she didn’t care. The only people she actually liked had seen past the anger and had managed to actually befriend her. Unlike the besotted twats that followed after all the other quidditch players. It wasn’t like Csuri was on anyone’s list for pros anyway. She just wanted to get away from him. Hell, she'd hide in her dorm for a while if she needed. Maybe she could rope Hes into making sure the Common Room was clear long enough for her to slip to the library later.

When The Annoyance™ continued after her, saying he had some deep friendships, Csuri lifted an eyebrow as if to ask 'oh really?'. Sure, he probably did, and probably with more than the three she had, but at leas it seemed to have annoyed him somewhat. After she'd started walking away, she'd hoped that he would finally give up and leave her alone, but it was as if he was put on the very earth to test her patience. His boots stomped behind to catch up, but she didn't break her stride.

As Csuri tried to ignore his lecture about being able to be popular and have close friends, she could feel a headache coming on. Gods above he was frustrating. And then he said... wait... what? "Excuse me?" Had he seriously commented on her body? Especially following practice? Gross. Her hands curled into fists as she stopped suddenly, turning to look him in the eyes with her darkened silver gaze. “Ever consider that it’s not an act? That I really am just a b***h? Also, I still don’t want to be popular.”

She pushed past him, using her shoulder to slam against his ribs. After a few steps, Csuri glanced back. "And if you call me a b***h again, I’m breaking every one of your ribs.” Her voice was flat, though her eyes sparkled with something of a challenge. She was sick and tired of people trying to "fix" her. Hell, that had been the whole reason she'd ever started building walls in the first place. Her eyes closed as she tried to push past the memories of her as a child being scolded for being "too _____". Too anything. No one had a right to change her, and she definitely wasn't doing anything that this idiot had to recommend.

Whyyyyyyyy was he still talking to her?! And more importantly, why was she still talking to him? She'd have gone a lot faster if she'd just kept walking off. She rolled her eyes again, determined to fully leave. Of course, his stupid self continued following after her. Csuri felt her eye twitch as he claimed to have a theory. "Enlighten me," she said, immediately mad at herself for responding. He was just so good at being so aggravating! He claimed she put up a façade to mask that she was secretly afraid to be nice. The blonde moved a hand up, chewing on her nails a bit as she glared at Vikram while he finished his spiel.

“Listen here, you stupid moron.” She curled her fingers into the fabric of his jersey, forcefully pulling his face a little closer to her level as anger filled her eyes. “I’m not mean because I’m ‘secretly afraid’ or whatever. I’m just a mean, unlikeable human. So ******** off, ‘kay? Go hit on some dumb idiot that actually likes you. I’m sure there are oodles.” She shoved him away, sending over a venomous glare before pointedly looking away. As she stomped, her hand returned to her mouth, the teen frustratedly gnawing on her fingers, as she often did when stressed.

All he had to do was walk away. Why was he so, so determined to follow her? Was he trying to get her in trouble? Were his million detentions a year getting lonely? She just wanted to go anywhere that he couldn't follow, but knowing his proclivity for breaking rules, he'd probably follow her anyway. But then he called her on an apparent lie. What? When??? Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to rethink the conversation. But, of course, he would just continue and explain the thought, despite her wishing for nothing more than silence. If she ever took her wand to practice, she'd have put him in a silencing charm by now. How dare she not know that one wandlessly?

And then he came up with something even more stupid to say. He commented that his ribs weren’t broken, then teased that she just wanted someone to “break through” to the real her. Her footsteps halted and the girl let out a long sigh. Was he literally asking her to punch him now? Stupid, stupid idiot boys. Flashing a look that betrayed anger and probable danger over her shoulder, Csuri noticed him leaning up against the door like a wannabe playboy. He then said he was hitting her because he liked the real her. "“Let’s get this straight right now, मूर्ख.” She added a Hindi term for ‘idiot’, knowing he would know what the word meant. Her nostrils flared, betraying the anger coursing through her. "First, you don’t know me. Real or otherwise. You’re just another a*****e wanting to ‘fix’ poor, angry Csuri. And second, I was being nice by allowing you to continue breathing, but I can damn sure change that.” She crossed her arms over her chest, just waiting for him to give her a reason.

Through heavy breaths, Csuri glared at the slightly taller teen. Vikram was continuing his stupid, idiotic smirking and just being so nonchalant. Ooooh, he was making her so, so angry! Part of her just wanted to throttle him! Csuri raised an eyebrow when Vikram started off saying he didn’t want to fix her. Yea right. She’d heard that s**t before. From everyone. Even as a child, she was always told that others could fix her if she’d just let them. Of course, none of them said they were attracted to her?! Why, of all people, was he so obsessed with her?! She wasn't like... supermodel hot or anything and her personality was like a -2/10. And yet, he wouldn't leave her alone!

Csuri felt her muscles freeze up when he said that if she hadn't cared, she wouldn't have stopped. He said he knew her and knew that she would have to stop. That did it! Dang it! "Oh spare me. Don't act like you know anything about me. You don't know anything! You... ugh!" And with that came a flare of anger. She was so, so absolutely infuriated! She reared back, punching him hard in the ribs. It sent shockwaves up her arm, but she didn't care anymore. Let her get detention. He needed to learn to leave her alone, once and for all.

As soon as she made contact, Csuri felt a rush of anger relieve from her.... followed by surprise when the door latch gave way and sent Vikram tumbling backwards to the floor. Y'know what, he probably deserved it. She pushed her hands down to her sides, preparing to walk off again. Before she'd gotten more than two steps away, she had to freeze up when he started cackling like a madman. Huffing heavily, Csuri took a step back, turning to glare at him once more. He was even spittling! Disgusting! But... also potentially a sign of concussion. Gods, she had to hope she hadn't done damage she couldn't heal...

Aaaaand then he added more. Apparently her punching him solidified his deluded mindset that she somehow cared for him. "What is wrong with you?! Seriously?! Were broken ribs not enough? What more do I have to do to prove I hate you!?" Her brows furrowed before she glanced back out to make sure no one was watching. When she was sure the coast was clear, she kicked him in the ribs again, though not hard enough to actually break anything. She didn’t plan to carry his pathetic self to the hospital wing, after all.

Csuri was getting mad all over again, especially with his incessant laughter. After she kicked him, knowing in her sturdy quidditch boots that it had to hurt. But then he went right back to smirking up at her! How absolute dare he!? He still seemed winded, which she took as a win, even if he tried to say otherwise. Her hands went to her hips when he said that she didn't get it. Get what?!!? That he was the single most infuriating human to ever live?! Hell, she'd take conversation with Moon, Abrams, and Sunshine Boy all at once over talking to this jerk. He continued (because of course he did), saying that if she'd truly not cared, she'd have walked away. But she'd been trying to!

"Want what to happen? What are you f--- Ah!!" Her words cut off sharply when he kicked her, causing her leg to give out and her to tumble down as well. It ended with her half in the floor, half on top of him. "Ugh!" Csuri pushed herself back to sitting, her hand pressed against his face as she used him to push against. "How very dare you!? I ought to beat you senseless!" Her words were softer than their normal growl, though it was mostly due to the remaining panic. Her heart was racing, but silver eyes stared directly into his dark browns. She was not going to let him win, damn it! Her long hair had come loose in the tumble, the wild curls framing her angry face as she prepared for war.