Go Be a little Naughty → Quinn Crisos ← Slytherin; Evil is Sexy
Quinn Crisos walked around the grounds, with boredom nearly oozing out of her. The morning classes had been such a drag, and she had to fight the urge not to fall asleep during them. It was so typical for her, the only interesting part was when some student spilled ink on herself, and even that was dull. Closing her aqua colored eyes for a moment, Quinn could feel a headache coming on. Oh this is just fan-fricking-tastic..., she thought while massaging her temples, and standing in the middle of the path. Feeling someone walk by, Quinn heard a small laugh. Snapping her eyes open, a Gryffindor girl came into her vision. "Aww, Snakes got a headache." Another laugh, it was really beginning to piss her off. With an emotionless glare, Quinn hissed at the Gryffindor. "If your a smart girl, you'll leave." Nearly a few seconds after her remark, the girl started to walk off. With a smirk on her face, Quinn felt good about that, and thanked her quick thinking bitchy layer. People should at least know by now that she could turn from sugar to venom. Like that one time where she jumped at a girl, hexing her for touching one of Quinn's quills. In her defense however, they were quite expensive and imported from Italy, so she had to make sure no filth touched them. Quinn also presumed that she had been a mudblood, because the girl reeked of muggles. Absolutely disgusting that they would be let into Hogwarts. If she could have it her way, Hogwarts would be a Half-Blood up school, with no muggle children tainting it's rich history. Blood racist? A little (scratch that a lot), but being raised in her family that was expected.
Turning herself around, to find a grassy patch to sit on, she walked to the side of the path. It was the perfect place, with no sun thanks to the shade the trees provided. Brushing back a highlighted strand of hair, Quinn crossed her long legs, and closed her eyes. With her hands supporting her head, she attempted to fight the headache off. A battle raging within her mind, Quinn didn't pay attention to her surroundings at all. The Slytherin was in a hell mood, so it would be to someone's best interest not to get involved with her, but there was always that badass that would. That fact made her cringe a tiny bit, considering that Quinn wouldn't mind biting the culprit's head off. Was it her fault that her day was going into the dumps? She'd rather express her feelings that keep them subdued to herself like a weakling. Snapping her eyes open, Quinn could have swore that she heard a twig break. She felt the weight of her hand in her pocket, but then took a deep breath. Paranoid, that's just what it is... Her mind came up with an alternative that she chose to believe.
Still high alert and head ached filled made for an unhappy Quinn. Feeling a cold breeze come up behind her, it soothed the throbbing mind a bit. Wind felt amazing on her hot skin, and she had a lopsided grin. Within a Zen moment, she knew it wasn't going to last very long. Now it was as if Quinn was expecting someone to just walk up behind her, Screw everything... Not this usually poisonous, she glanced to her sides again. No one, like usual. Everyone probably were enjoying their time, chatting with friends, or eating. Quinn seemed to be the only girl enduring a rather painful fry of her brain. That was until something clicked. Almost like a beacon of light had shined on her, Quinn remember that in her bag were 'Brain Boogies'. The new candy claimed to ease everything into a calm state. Frankly it sounded like muggle drugs but hell, what did she have to loose. Diving into her granite colored messenger bag, Quinn fiddled through parchment to find the treat. Where the f*ck is it?! Another wave of pissy came on, just in time to feel the satin bag that held the Brain Boogies.
Quinn Crisos walked around the grounds, with boredom nearly oozing out of her. The morning classes had been such a drag, and she had to fight the urge not to fall asleep during them. It was so typical for her, the only interesting part was when some student spilled ink on herself, and even that was dull. Closing her aqua colored eyes for a moment, Quinn could feel a headache coming on. Oh this is just fan-fricking-tastic..., she thought while massaging her temples, and standing in the middle of the path. Feeling someone walk by, Quinn heard a small laugh. Snapping her eyes open, a Gryffindor girl came into her vision. "Aww, Snakes got a headache." Another laugh, it was really beginning to piss her off. With an emotionless glare, Quinn hissed at the Gryffindor. "If your a smart girl, you'll leave." Nearly a few seconds after her remark, the girl started to walk off. With a smirk on her face, Quinn felt good about that, and thanked her quick thinking bitchy layer. People should at least know by now that she could turn from sugar to venom. Like that one time where she jumped at a girl, hexing her for touching one of Quinn's quills. In her defense however, they were quite expensive and imported from Italy, so she had to make sure no filth touched them. Quinn also presumed that she had been a mudblood, because the girl reeked of muggles. Absolutely disgusting that they would be let into Hogwarts. If she could have it her way, Hogwarts would be a Half-Blood up school, with no muggle children tainting it's rich history. Blood racist? A little (scratch that a lot), but being raised in her family that was expected.
Turning herself around, to find a grassy patch to sit on, she walked to the side of the path. It was the perfect place, with no sun thanks to the shade the trees provided. Brushing back a highlighted strand of hair, Quinn crossed her long legs, and closed her eyes. With her hands supporting her head, she attempted to fight the headache off. A battle raging within her mind, Quinn didn't pay attention to her surroundings at all. The Slytherin was in a hell mood, so it would be to someone's best interest not to get involved with her, but there was always that badass that would. That fact made her cringe a tiny bit, considering that Quinn wouldn't mind biting the culprit's head off. Was it her fault that her day was going into the dumps? She'd rather express her feelings that keep them subdued to herself like a weakling. Snapping her eyes open, Quinn could have swore that she heard a twig break. She felt the weight of her hand in her pocket, but then took a deep breath. Paranoid, that's just what it is... Her mind came up with an alternative that she chose to believe.
Still high alert and head ached filled made for an unhappy Quinn. Feeling a cold breeze come up behind her, it soothed the throbbing mind a bit. Wind felt amazing on her hot skin, and she had a lopsided grin. Within a Zen moment, she knew it wasn't going to last very long. Now it was as if Quinn was expecting someone to just walk up behind her, Screw everything... Not this usually poisonous, she glanced to her sides again. No one, like usual. Everyone probably were enjoying their time, chatting with friends, or eating. Quinn seemed to be the only girl enduring a rather painful fry of her brain. That was until something clicked. Almost like a beacon of light had shined on her, Quinn remember that in her bag were 'Brain Boogies'. The new candy claimed to ease everything into a calm state. Frankly it sounded like muggle drugs but hell, what did she have to loose. Diving into her granite colored messenger bag, Quinn fiddled through parchment to find the treat. Where the f*ck is it?! Another wave of pissy came on, just in time to feel the satin bag that held the Brain Boogies.
