|Markus| Is it worth it

[Harriet Lewis]

Life could be so unfair at times!! Honestly! Like Harriet didn't have other things to worry about than failing her potions class for no reason. She growled quietly as she sat there on the cold stone floor glaring into the darkness. Everything had been so fine until the fucktard of a teacher decided that she didn't deserve even an acceptable for her class work. She had done everything and her potion had been perfect... the only problem was, was that she had said one word, yes only one single word, to her friend. The professor immediately gave her a D and kicked her out of class. Her friend had asked her something and she had answered with "yes". Why did he always have to pick on her? Like her life wasn't miserable enough at that moment. All of the slytherins on the other hand were having full length conversations while doing their stuff. Well... it was obvious that the teacher hated her.

Harriet sighed quietly as she looked down at her converse quietly. A lot of people hated her to be honest, but then again there were a lot of people who didn't. She had many friends, but she had to admit that most of them were fake friends. It was true, she did come across as a bitch to many people but that was just how she was... no matter how hard she tried to deny it. As well as that she was a hypocrite. She hated liars yet she sometimes lied herself, she hated bitches yet she was one, she hated mean people and others who backstabbed yet she did the exact same thing. If only people knew that she did really have a good side to her. The one side that only the closest friends and family saw. She had been through a lot, and because of those situations had grown to be somewhat bitchy toward people she didn't know. It was the only way she could really protect herself from others... she didn't want to get hurt anymore.

Shaking her head lightly, Harriet sighed once more as she leaned back against the wall. Class wasn't over yet, so she didn't really have anywhere else to go. But then again sitting alone in the dungeons wasn't the best idea now was it? She'd have to wait though. The teacher had told her so. Not much you could do about that much to her annoyance. She brushed some hair out of her face as she bit her lower lip gently. She was beginning to get bored, which never was good for a person like her. Boredome usually led her into trouble, which would happen soon enough if she didn't find something entertaining enough to do. Before she knew it, she heard footsteps not far from where she was. The sound was going her way but she ignored it. Not like they would stop and have a chat with her anway.

[Markus O'Neil]

What class was he suppose to be in again? He honestly had no idea, infact if his very life had depended on knowing that right now, I guess you would have to put him to death! Leaning back against the Dungeon wall, he raised the hand-rolled cigarette to his lips yet again. Now, to those with a trained nose, you would immediatly detect something strange about the smoke that came from his cigarette. It wasn't like the regular tobacco you could smell on almost every seventh year. No, the secret behind Markus was that he was a crafty little pot head! Yes, and this was where he usually came down between skipping classes to indulge himself in his favorite past time. And he knew it was bad and he shouldn't be doing it, but whenever anyone tried to yell at him or tell him to stop he just couldn't help but feel like telling them to shut the fuck up. Drinking, having sex, smoking a cigarette, it was all just as dangerous as pot! Funny how they all came after his addiction though, just because it was illegal.

Taking another, and the last drag from the hand-rolled, he dropped it to the ground and stepped on it to put it out. The sound of the satisfying crunch beneath his foot was one that greatly amused him. Stepping out from behind his hiding place, his lungs still filled with the smoke from the last hit of the joint. Jamming his hands into the pockets of his black slacks, he walked down the corridor, in a happy mood. Tilting his head up towards the ceiling of the dungeon. Watching the smoke float towards the cieling, he flashed a proud grin before walking down the corridor again. He had no cares in the world right now, nothing seemed that bad or even out of place. In fact, he was pretty sure if a Slytherin came up and punched im in the mouth right now, he would just ask why and then walk off still smiling. Ahh, the plus side of being high and not giving a fuck!

Turning the corner, he found a person sitting on the floor! Tilting his head to the side lightly, he starred down at the woman with curiousity. Wait! She was Harriet! He had potions with her! Wait! Potions was where he was suppose to be! Shit! Oh well! Walking towards the Ravenclaw, he pulled his hands from his pockets and gave her a wave. Sitting down upon the otherside of the corridor from her, he drew his knees up and lounged his arms upon them, his hands hanging freely. The Gryffindor was clad simply in dark slacks and a maroon button down that had at one point had a golden tie, but he seemed to have lost it at one point or another through the day. His cuffs were rolled up his his mid forearm, and all in all, he looked quite comfortable. He had started the day dressed quite well, and now he looked like a slacker! Though, I guess in honesty that's what he was.

"Well, what the fuck did you do to get sent out?" His voice rang with that Irish accent of his, and his smile was a friendly one. He didn't really judge people on getting kicked out of class, after all he hadn't even shown up for one yet that day!