Who: Asha Hopkins, Genevieve Boot
Where: History of Magic classroom
When: 6 November, Friday morning
What: Asha is working on her rule breaking skills when she flies - yes, flies - into Gen.
Rating: Er - PG.

The zombie masquerade had gone well. Perhaps too well as Asha now stood on the castle grounds, holding Lindsay's broomstick and looking up at what were supposedly the History of Magic classroom windows. She still had traces of zombie wounds on her face, and her hair was a bit tousled from a rough night's sleep. Otherwise, she had on her usual school uniform and was - relatively - up to school standards as far as neatness and hygiene. She did not know, as she kicked off the ground into the air, if this work or if anyone see. In the back of her mind, she secretly hoped that it wouldn't but her outward rebellious spirit told her to press onwards. Asha hovered in the air for a few moments before guiding the broom up the side of the castle walls until she was right outside the classroom windows. She then cast a small charm to open the windows and - one, two, three - rushed inside the classroom in the same way she had seen Lindsay race across the pitch. Body pressed firmly to the broom handle, going at full velocity and hoping no one would be in front of her when she finally looked up.

Genevieve Boot was on her way into class when Asha swooped into the room. Startled, she pressed her books to her chest and took a step back. "Hello Asha," she said after a moment, and she took her usual seat. "Isn't it a bit chilly to be flying to class?"

Pulling up on the broom, Asha halted abruptly at the sight of Gen. Asha did not frequent the History of Magic classroom, considering she had dropped it two years ago, and she had forgotten that Gen still followed the course. It was a bit of a shock then to see Gen this early in the morning. "Hello," she said a bit stiffly, hopping off the broom and looking around as if this were how she normally did things. "I was just practicing the logistics."

She leaned her elbows against the desk and propped her head up with the palms of her hands. "I see," she said, surveying her. What was on her face? Where had she flown from? Had she just been in an altercation? "The logistics?"

"Yes." Asha finally turned towards Gen, but did not directly return her gaze. "Of, you know, flying to class. I believe that's one of the rules I've not broken." Her voice became more nonchalant as she spoke, braver almost. She had broken a rule in the direct sight of the head girl; it could not have been better (or worse, depending on the perspective).

Somehow, this didn't surprise her. "Are you trying to break James Potter's record?" she asked, wondering what Asha expected her to do. "The Professors should be here any minute if you're looking to impress them with your rule breaking, too."

Asha looked directly at Gen at the mention of James Potter. "I have no intention of doing anything as mediocre as repeating James Potter's record," she said flatly. Asha had never particularly liked the Weasley-Potter conglomerate, and it was this perhaps that made her so hostile to the idea of following their footsteps. "It was merely an experiment." She held onto Lindsay's broom tightly, not knowing whether to go or stay.

"Good. You're a prefect," she said, meeting Asha's gaze. "It's hard to enforce rules when you're breaking them, and I'm not particularly fond of taking points from prefects either."

Asha considered this for a moment. She needed a good philosophical reason, a really good one, as to why breaking the rules as a prefect was perfectly acceptable. Yet, here stood Gen -- and all Asha could think was how perfectly flawless this girl was, how impossible it was to ever meet her standards, or be as respected as she. "I should hardly think rule breaking is any different from giving my subjects candy."

Gen gave Asha a genuinely confused look. "I don't see how that's similar at all. Sure, they both may make you more liked by your peers for a time, but candy I don't see what effect giving out candy has on one's ability to enforce rules. Breaking a rule and trying to enforce that same rule is often seen as hypocritical by students."

"It's not hypocritical." Asha responded perhaps a bit too defensively and immediately corrected herself. "I reckon it's much more effective to be the reformed criminal than a saint." Yes, the reformed criminal, that sounded quite philosophical. "You can offer advice about seeing the light and some other..." She stopped short of swearing in front of the head girl. "Rubbish."

Gen smiled and waved at two of her classmates as they entered the room and then turned her attention back to Asha. "That makes sense. We all have different styles. I won't criticize yours."

Asha stared at Gen, quite disbelieving that she existed, but she did not have a chance to respond. It was at that moment the professors entered the classroom, saw Asha's broomstick in hand, and took her outside the class to be reprimanded.