Get The He-eello Hufflepuff {Kevin, Corridor}

[seth]

He was in a bad mood. When he was in a bad mood, that generally wasn't good for the people around him. Especially not the annoying young Ravenclaws who got in his way while he was walking in the corridor.

Dinner had just recently ended when Seth found himself moving up the Grand Staircase with his bag, ready to go to the library to do some homework. All day he had been his most loud, his most obnoxious, his most jerk-like self, with jokes getting thrown out to passing Gryffindors and a few different snogs he had been able to work into his schedule in between classes. It seemed that his title of being engaged didn't deter the usual girls he had coming his way any more than it did him. In any case, all day he had worked at being the most extreme case of Slytherin, rich, Quidditch jock that was possible, and for the most part the intended outcome had been achieved. The smarter students in his House realized that he was not one to mess with today, and left him alone, and so did most of the other students, minus, of course, the ones who wanted to practically eat his face.

That was the whole point, after all--he didn't want to talk with anyone, he didn't want to interact with anyone, he didn't want to be around anyone. The engagement over Christmas was enough to put him in a some what foul mood (loss of control over your life did that sometimes), but obviously the fates had decided that wasn't enough. No, because then Seth had gotten the fabulous letter from his father, the one stating that it was high time they move out of the old cottage in the village of Hogsmeade. So, not only was he now engaged to a girl whom he would not have chosen on his own terms, and was plagued with thoughts at night about how she was going to sleep in a bed next to him at some point, and wake up with him in the morning, and go to work with him; now, he was also left with the thoughts that he was losing his child hood home, that his father was probably going to get remarried soon to completely wash away his mother from their lives, and soon all he would have left of her was the ring dangling on his necklace.

So, he was generally pissed off. He covered it up with his masks, but there was always an underlying current of cruelty and anger, and it finally appeared as he made it up the marble staircase and had a young Ravenclaw boy, probably a fourth or fifth year, get right in his way, causing him to drop his bag in the corridor and his ink well to smash over all of his things. That, it seemed, was the final straw. Something about him snapped, and while he still kept the smirk on his face, his eyes were as cold as ice and just as unforgiving when he slammed the kid against them--so to speak. It had only taken three second for Seth to realize the kid had been looking at a low grade on a Herbology test, and in the next moment he was ripping into him, voice calm and clear and cool. About how this kid better hope his parents didn't expect him to get good marks in all his classes. How, if he was hoping to make it to the top of his class, he was going to be disappointed. That if he belonged in Ravenclaw, really, or if he even belonged in this prestigious school of magic, he would watch where he was going and not run into older and wiser students who could make his life a living hell.

Currently, Seth had the kid backed against the wall, without the little Ravenclaw knowing how the heck he got himself there, or even in this situation. Nor did the little guy (he was small for his age, an advantage for Seth) seem to understand how he was supposed to get out of this, when Seth had his wand in his hand and that cold smirk on his face, looming over the other student like he was the ruler of the world. No, today was not a good day to cross paths with Seth Masters.

"Do you see what you did to my bag?" Seth questioned him, voice not too loud, and yet the kid flinched as if he were screaming. The smirk widened. With a flick of his wand, his bag snapped open, revealing the inky contents that Seth had known where in there. For just a moment he turned his head to look at it, eyes cold and that very clear blue, and moved a little so the Ravenclaw could see the damage. His bag was a little ways down from them in the corridor, and there were even a few parchment pieces that had escaped and were strewn about. Turning back, he saw that the kid looked dumbfounded, as if he didn't know what to say. "I had homework in there, you see. Homework that is very important to my grade, and which you ruined because you obviously haven't hit puberty yet and grown into your feet."

If the Ravenclaw was mad, he had long since forgotten, as he still couldn't seem to find words to say to Seth. Seth kept smirking, not caring that anybody could come walking this way and see him bullying this kid. They were completely out in the open, and yet he didn't even think about it. "Now, do you think you're smart enough to guess what I'm going to do to you for destroying all the hard work I have residing in that bag, or are you going to further show your lack of intelligence?"

[kevin]

Kevin Eo, on the other hand, was in a perfectly glorious mood today.

He chalked it up to being one of those "woke up on the right side of the bed this morning" kind of days, where everything just seemed to be going right. He was one of the first Hufflepuffs in the Great Hall that morning, and consequently he helped himself to as many jam danishes as he liked. He was on time for classes, received good marks in his latest defense against the dark arts practical, and, to top things all off... He hadn't had an embarrassing vision yet today.

There was still time, of course.

But still, he was grateful for that. It wasn't to say he didn't enjoy being a seer. Oftentimes his powers could come in quite handily- his flashes of intuition gave him little hints about subtle things, like which direction the conversation was going, or names when he forgot them. Useful bits. The thing that was embarrassing about them, however, was the funny little twitches that sometimes accompanied them. He didn't always shiver, though, and sometimes he was afraid to blink, as the visions liked only to appear when his eyes were closed. They snuck up on him at the weirdest times, too, like when he was showering, or asking the professor a question in front of the whole class. Fun stuff.

Also, besides the point.

Kevin left from dinner smiling like he always did, his mouth moving a million miles an hour in his characteristic chattiness. Those students who were open enough to look past his odd, occasional twitching found an excellent friend in him, and easy enough to talk to (if they could get a word in edgewise, anyway).

"-looked like he was thinking, 'Well, yeah that was the first thing I tried!' You know? Like I was completely daft for even suggesting it. But then he tried it and of course it came out fine."

"Oi, Kevin," a be-freckled brunette boy on his left laughed, "gimme some credit. Besides, I was-"

"-Skeptical to even ask for my help since you're a herbology genius and I'm not? I know," he laughed in a burst of insight, and the brunette jokingly punched him in the side. Everyone else laughed and chattered on their way back to the Hufflepuff common room, ready to finish their homework. Or try to. The lot of them were distracted pretty easily.

(*Points to Kevin.*)

"Oh shoot!" Kevin said suddenly, slapping a hand to his forehead. Isaac, the freckled boy, looked startled and asked what was wrong. Kevin groaned, "I have prefect duty tonight. I forgot all about it... Here I thought I had the rest of the night off." He moped. Drat.

But hey, if the night was going to go as well as the morning and afternoon had, he should have nothing to worry about. Kevin walked quickly back to his room then, dropped off his bag and with a wave, headed out the door again. Thanks, positive attitude!

Somewhere outside, the clock struck seven. Kevin counted the chimes idly while he hopped up the moving staircase, carefully avoiding the trick steps and keeping his balance. An old pro at this by now himself, a fellow Hufflepuff in probably her second year, her foot caught in the trick step and her bag back on the platform a few stairs down. She was starting to tear up in frustration by the time Kevin got there.

"Oh gosh, here!" Kevin said quickly, grabbing both of her hands and helping her out of the step. He summoned her bag and handed to her when she was freed, smiling broadly. "There you go!" She looked up at him for a second, muttered her thanks and dashed off quickly down the stairs and through the door at the platform. Kevin smiled to himself and moved on.

Maybe he wouldn't get his homework done tonight, but at least he did something good already!

Not really minding prefects duty anymore, Kevin turned a corner into a corridor at random. He had his wand sticking out of the back pocket of his black uniform slacks, easily accessible because he had abandoned his cloak in the common room. He didn't honestly think he'd need tonight.

Of course, he also hadn't planned on running into a very intimidating Slytherin, either.

He couldn't hear what he was saying from where he stood at the opposite end of the corridor, but by the look on the small Ravenclaw's face, it wasn't poetry. Kevin was instantly annoyed with this - he remembered being bullied himself when he first moved to England - and, as intimidated as he was by the older boy, his anger far outweighed it.

"Drop him!" Kevin shouted, grabbing his wand out of his pocket and shielding the Ravenclaw boy in one smooth movement. It wasn't often that Kevin got mad, but when he was... Well, he knew how to be.

He reached the two of them, and instantly recognized the Slytherin. He was a beater on his house's team, and Kevin remembered making a point to stay away from him during the games. He looked like he knew what he was doing. Cowed by this but not deterred (even by the Slytherin's height and build advantage [should it come to that]), Kevin closed his eyes for only a moment. But it was enough.

"What's going on here, Daniel, Seth?" Kevin had gleaned the names Daniel Spicer and Seth Masters from his Sight. He took in the scene: the broken ink well, the test with Daniel's name at the top, Seth's cold eyes. Gee. Wonder what happened.

Looking flatly at Seth, Kevin wondered how far he really ought to push this guy. He was a prefect, and therefore in the right to know what was going on, but the more he thought about it... The less he could find the silver lining he always looked for.

[seth]

Getting caught and punished for bullying wouldn't be a first for Seth--he was well acquainted with the dingy rooms of detention, the dull work of writing lines, and the loss of fifty or so points to the House of Slytherin. It all, of course, came with the territory. Of course, as a smooth talker and a quick thinker, it was usually easy enough to get the punishment down to a bare minimum, or maybe even disappear entirely, with a few well placed lies and 'friends' who would end up sitting detentions for him, since of course, he would tell them, he had to make sure he was always present for Quidditch practices and kept on top of his school work. For the best of the House as a whole!

He had been caught by all sorts of prefects. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, even Slytherin (his future wife, unlike many other Slytherins, played prefect to all, no matter if she were hurting her own House or not). There were the very rare, very horrible times where he had been caught by a Hufflepuff prefect, although more often than not he would meet one who was intimidated by him, and therefore he could get off easy and get away quickly. Today however, Seth was not apparently as lucky as to run into the meek, push-over type. He should have realized that this day that couldn't seem to get any worse, was going to continue to get just that--worse.

His hand, without really any conscious thought from his brain, hand enclosed upon the robes of young Ravenclaw, holding him close and still backed against the wall. One moment he was tearing into him, dropping subtle hints, making rude comments, finding out what hurt the kid the worst before taking that path as hard and as fast as he could, and then the next he was hearing a voice cry out from down the hall and taking a generous few steps back, as the shield erupted around the younger student. Scowling instead of smirking now, Seth clenched his fist and dropped his hand, turning to confront whatever prefect had stumbled upon them. He started taking deep breaths, trying to smooth over his face to give a more innocent expression...but in the next moment he felt himself paling, face going blank out of shock and almost horror more than anything else.

There wasn't much intimidating about Kevin (he thought that was his name anyway). He knew him to be a seeker for his Quidditch team, and he was shorter than Seth was, skinnier too, and basically none too threatening. The only problem was, he was a Hufflepuff. A Hufflepuff who had more guts than many of them did, and was staring at him like he was the scum of the world, with his wand held in his hand. Like he would end up having to fight the big, bullying Slytherin he had stumbled upon. The question that fell upon his ears did not kick up any questions in Seth's mind--he wasn't wondering how Kevin knew his name, he wasn't caring that the little kid he was picking on was named Daniel. The only thing that was registering right now was that a Hufflepuff had his wand out, was looking angry, and Seth was caught red handed.

Dragging in a deep breath slowly, and then letting it out at the same pace, Seth slowly took a step back from Kevin and stuck his clenched fist into his pocket, his wand now hanging loosely at his side. He glanced over at the kid, Daniel, and saw him to be immensely relieved that he had been saved. Without meaning to, Seth looked back to the Hufflepuff, and felt that stab of guilt shoot straight down, through his heart, past his stomach, all the way to his toes. He had terrified the Ravenclaw, that much was pretty obvious, and nobody but a fair few Slytherins would find that fact amusing or something to brag about. This prefect certainly did not.

Neither would Seth's mother.

A quick close of his eyes, and Seth forced his composure to solidify, his mind throwing up all defenses against any thoughts, anything outside of the here and now. Of course it didn't work completely. He had a moment to picture this as a meeting with his prefect Hufflepuff mother, or just his mother in general, and how she would react to her son, her only child, slamming kids against walls because they were having a bad day and the little kid had ran into him by accident. Seth knew that this had all been an accident. He knew that Daniel didn't deserved to be bullied just because his ink well had smashed. He also knew that it was his choice to be the way he was, and that his mother would certainly not like it one bit.

"He ran into me," he stated, calmly and without emotion. His eyes had lost their coldness, even when he looked back upon his recent victim. More likely than not, you would see shame or fear in them, if you looked hard enough and knew what you were looking for. Hopefully, neither of these two could. In any case, he was now pale, expressionless, completely shut down from his voice to his eyes, as his heart thumped fast and his brain tried to figure out a way out of this quickly. Maybe a detention, as long as he didn't have to sit it with this Hufflepuff.

"I was just walking when he came out of no where, knocked into me and sent my bag flying. Smashed the ink well inside all over everything," Seth continued, eyes on Kevin again, although he quickly looked down at where his wand was loosely gripped by his hand. "That was a fair bit of homework I lost, so I was just...warning him that he needed to be more careful." He glanced up again, his own tone maybe a little flat now. "That way he didn't find himself in a bad situation with somebody who isn't as forgiving about it."