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Csuri tried to focus on eating lunch. Really, she did. But she couldn't help the eye twitch when he referred to himself as their 'guardian'. Ugh. What a t**t. As she mumbled complaints under her breath, she noticed him make eye contact with her, followed by a cheesy grin and a wink. "No." Her word was sharp, pointed in his direction. Why did he keep talking at her? It was always something with the intent to piss her off. Everything he said or did somehow seemed like a desperate (and very annoying) ploy for attention.

As she finished her sandwich, the teen got an idea. Would it get her in trouble? Possibly... depending on if it made a scene. She hadn't ever gotten detention before, and she certainly wasn't planning on it now. Then again... it'd be pretty fun to weed out annoyance. And maybe it'd cause him to finally leave her the hell alone. Hadn't she made it clear already? Glancing over, she noticed him still looking toward her. She sneered over, purposefully turning a different direction to avoid his stupid face. Her long fingers lifted an orange from the fruit bowl, idly tossing it up a few inches before catching it. She could.... she probably wouldn't get noticed... But if he or his stupid posse caught her, they'd likely try to get her in trouble. The other prefects couldn't take points from her... and Lewis and Su weren't anywhere to be seen, so she'd just have to avoid the professors' gaze... 'Dodge this, you jerk,' she thought as she chucked the orange at him, before quickly lifting an apple and taking a bite to try and feign innocence.

Well, dammit. That didn't work. Then again, she wasn't sure pelting him with citrus had been a wise plan anyway. Of course, he caught it, then added that he'd been wanting one of those. Was he seriously trying to get her out of trouble? What a pest! "Mhm." She chomped down on her apple, brows furrowed as she practically steamed in frustration. Something about him just made her blood boil! She hated him and everything about him! If he was any other house she could've never spoken to him again, but the stupid idiot had to be in her house and on her team. Why had fate trapped her with his infuriating personality???

After he sarcastically ate fruit (seriously, who even knew that was possible?!) Csuri huffed and pushed herself up from the table. Her quidditch boots stomped on the stone floor as she bit down on the apple again. She was going to just go get her shower bag and go to the Prefect's Bath. He wasn't a prefect or a captain, so at least he couldn't follow her there. Maybe she'd find Hes afterwards and complain about him too. Not like the younger teen wasn't well aware of Csuri's ever-growing frustration about him.

Sleeping on the beach hadn't been a wise idea, but it was beyond Vikram's control, since his emotions had just worn him out. After he got back to the school, Vikram had walked through the empty halls before entering Slytherin's common room. He dragged himself to bed, ignoring his alarm to wake up for his run with his brother. He'd waved away people who tried to wake him up for class, saying he didn't feel well. Vikram stayed in bed through breakfast, then lunch. It wasn't until it was time for dinner than Vikram even bothered to get out of bed. Normally, Vikram would never leave his bedroom in his pajamas, unless he was just going to the bathroom. But Vikram didn't care. He felt like s**t, he looked like s**t, and he didn't give a s**t. Despite laying in bed all day, he hadn't slept much, he was tired, he was angry, and he was broken. Eyes downtrodden and sunken, Vikram walked into the Great Hall, ignoring the hellos and waves from people he was friends with. Sitting down at the Slytherin table, Vikram made himself a small plate of whatever they were serving. He didn't even really look at what was being served. Picking up a fork, he pushed around a broccoli on his plate.

"Vik. Vik. Vikram!" Hesperia said several times, eventually yelling his name and startling him out of his thoughts. He looked up at her. "Jeez, you look like s**t," remarked Hesperia, looking over at his plate of food. "Are you alright?" she asked, frowning. He shrugged and resumed pushing around the vegetables on his plate. "Did something happen with Csuri?" Hesperia sat down on the bench beside him, then added, "Because she trashed her room. It's usually so neat and she trashed it. And no one has seen her at all today." Vikram pushed his plate forward and sighed heavily, then laid his head down on the table. Why did he care about her trashing her room? She clearly didn't care about him, so why did he still care so much about her? Hesperia watched him, and she asked him something else, but her words disappeared into his thoughts. Did her trashing her room mean that she cared? If she didn't care at least a little, she wouldn't have trashed her room. Or she would have at least returned to clean it up, but Hesperia said she hadn't been back yet. "Thanks Hes," he said quietly, then pushed himself up. He knew where she would be. He would find out.