Cindy Owen's Story

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"Hah! Catch me if you can!" A loud and hyper voice yelled as it moved throughout the Great Hall, echoing as the whole room silenced to see what idiot was yelling to early in the morning. Of course the voice would belong to no one other than Fang Chung, belonging to the house of Gryffindor and being in her 4th year of attending Hogwarts. Perhaps this was why she was such a trouble maker.

But the real question was, where exactly was she? Her voice kept on laughing, idiotically, as she seemed to have travelled around each and every House table. Suddenly one of the student toppled over after giving out a yelp, "Ack, sorry!" Her voice shrunk backwards a little.

Just like any other person would suspect, Fang was using the Invisibility Charm again to cause trouble and havoc. After bumping into the student, she seemed to have lost focus and the spell wore off, revealing her, who was still in her bedtime clothes with messy hair and tired eyes, but a stupid grin on her face as she ran off, shouting and screaming, dodging one of the professor's grips as she continued her dash.

It was like a cat chasing a mouse; pointless. Of course Fang wouldn't be caught. The professor was far too slow to get her, especially if she was rushing throughout the hall with that unlimited amount of energy she seemed to have, "Get back here, Chun! You aren't allowed to be running around so early in that clothing! Get changed! And stop shouting!" The professor screamed out at her with the little breath he had after sprinting so far just to attempt to catch her.

Fang stopped at the end of the Gryffindor House table and saying with a tilt of her head, "And exactly why should I do that? These are comfortable! Much more comfortable than those robes!"

She had hardly done anything wrong, well, except for screaming, and only listed out her opinion. But this seemed to have only annoyed the professor even more, seeing how he frowned and began to chase after her again as she started she chase once more, "Chun!" He shouted with anger while she only giggled childishly and began to run around the Great Hall even more, and even faster, grabbing food off every and any table that she found to look appetizing. If someone was going to run so early in the morning, why not grab a snack while at it?

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"Tired... Work... Work... Oh what fun." Petra murmured as she sat herself outside in the school's courtyard, placing herself on one of the benches. Lucky for her school hadn't just started yet, so she had no need to rush to her classroom. And that meant one thing; she could drink.

The woman would take any opportunity given to her where she could sneak in a drink of wine, beer, anything that had to do with alcohol. Yeah, perhaps she wasn't the best role model, but she never encouraged others to drink and was a very trusty person when she would be needed in any serious situation. But in the mean time, she's really just any childish woman who has a drinking problem.

With a great sigh, Petra placed the small and thin textbook for Defense Against the Dark Arts on top of her face, murmuring various complaints about her job. Well, of course Petra loved her job and students, but perhaps sometimes she got a little too stressed out at times, "Oh, perhaps I should just quit one day. I'm too old to do things like this." She whined as she leaned her head backwards.

Petra was still young actually, but laziness was one of her greatest flaws. She didn't want to do certain things, and when she had to do something she didn't want to do, of course she'd get a little out of hand.

While she had the textbook in her left hand which was keeping the textbook over her face, covering up the sun that was already so bright, despite it being early morning, in her right hand was a can of beer that she had intended to drink that morning if it weren't for her having to grade a bundle of tests that she forgot to take care of the day before. It wasn't even open, surprisingly, and honestly, in the condition she was in, it really did look like she needed a drink.

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Fang stuck her tongue out while she continued to run around the Great Hall, stick causing havoc, many of the students at the tables either ignoring her or plugging their ears. Most people heard her running around like that for four years, as it was her fourth year at Hogwarts making trouble like always.

Suddenly, a voist burst through the hall, "Fang Chun! Stop this, this instant!"

Fang nearly tripped and fallen, most likely landing on her face and getting a bloody nose as she did the year before before she hit someone else. After looking up, she felt a shiver down her spine as she tried to say with a smile, "H-Hey Mr. Loire!" It didn't work too well because of the angry aura she seemed to have sensed around him.

He glared, "Why aren't you dressed in your school clothing? You know this isn't setting a good example."

She sighed and muttered quietly to herself, not meaning to be heard, "Not you too...." She then said in her regular voice, "But doesn't everyone know not to follow my lead? That's common sense, right?" She grinned foolishly, "I bet ya even the first years know that!"

"If you keep lollygagging around, you might end up stubbing a toe or something."

"Oh trust me, sir, I've done that plenty of times." She nodded, recalling once before in her second year when she began to hop around and someone accidentally opened the door right as she walked into it, and quite forcefully too. It was so bad, Fang had to use crutches for a week before hobbling on her way, "But its alright! It only lasted two weeks or something!" The teacher was probably more concerned for the students around her rather than herself since Fang really didn't care much about her state.

"You might even hurt others around you. If you want to run around do it in the courtyard," He started.

Fang seemed to have thought about it, as if she was actually given an option, before saying quietly, "Mmm... not a bad idea. Maybe I will." She said, sounding as if she was just agreeing with herself, "But-"

"When you get dressed."

A small grumble came from Fang after hearing that as she gave a petulant expression, "The robes are so uncomfortable though! And this is my fourth year having to wear them every day! Tch, I bet you that woman I bought them from gave me the itchiest pair just because I didn't tip her like everyone else did..." She scowled, biting on her thumb a bit as she thought back again while Vincent began to apologize to the professor that had to chase her around the Great Hall endlessly.

"Great student in class but, horrible example to first years." She saw him look down at her disappointedly.

Fang gave off a apologetic smile and shrug while she said, "Sorry, Sorry. I can't help but have to go wild sometimes! It could have been that one candy that a 3rd year gave me! Dunno what it did, but it probably have a charm on it or something."

"Please go change, and fix yourself up child."

"Yes, yes, I'm going, I'm going." Fang groaned while sluggishly walking out of the Great Hall. The Common Room was so far away, in her eyes, and she really just wanted to stay in her bedtime clothing. But what could she do? The only teachers Fang really favored were Ms. Gordon and Mr. Loire, so she'd have to keep their impression of her good enough. At least on the edge.

Along the walk to the end of the Great Hall, the attention of the whole room slowly drifting from her, she saw Cindy Owen, a friendly Ravenclaw that Fang took a liking to as she smiled and said, "Did they manage to catch you this time, Fang?"

"Yup. Well, kind of!" She began to explain, still walking, but at a slower pace, "Mr. Eddisole was too slow to get me and I had some fun messing with him, but I have to listen to Mr. Loire, so..." She drifted off, deciding to leave the obvious ending to Cindy as she beamed and waved before leaving the hall, heading towards the Great Staircase to get to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Just afterwards came Claire Rook, a Hufflepuff in her 5th year, as she did like a lot of people, “Careful, Chun. If you get detention, when will you have time before our next game to practice protecting your lovely lions from all my brilliantly aimed bludgers?”

"Obviously!" Fang said confidently, making a thumbs up, "Don't worry, Claire! Grynffindor will certainly win against Hufflepuff, and all the other teams this year! In fact, we're going to win House Cup this year too!" She said, now sounding a little cocky, but that was just her in her daily day.

(OOC: Moving to Quidditch Pitch in next post)