Who: Anthony Goldstein and Blaise Zabini. Where: A staircase landing somewhere near Slytherin Commons. When: February 23rd, in the Afternoon. What: Anthony tries to break up a scuffle between boys. Blaise overhears and comes to render "aid." Rating: We'll see?
Anthony sometimes walked around the castle and wondered if the founders had a hand in it's design. It was an annoying gap in the complete nature of Hogwarts: a History. If they did, how much of it survived to the modern day? Say what you want about Salazar Slytherin's political motivations and morals- the man had a truly unique sense of style if he had his hand in designing this corridor.
As a rule, Anthony didn't tend to venture down this particular corridor. The staircase leading to the Dungeons and the home of Slytherin wasn't far. He never thought he had particular reason to venture here. He wasn't friends with anyone in Slytherin. In fact he barely knew any of them save except maybe in name.
But it was a stunning staircase and Anthony had to stop. His fingers tensed on the fabric of his trousers and he decided it was worth a stay, even if he ran into curious Slytherins. He hadn't given them any reason to harass him. He unshouldered his rucksack and dug out his drawing pad. Out came his drawing charcoals and up went the eyes. The buttressing was particularly impressive to Anthony. It made him wonder what sort of personality the designer had had. It was darker than the rest of the castle. Definitely less built along clean, austere lines like Ravenclaw. But there was a hint of shared elegance too.
Anthony glanced right and gazed as a fascinating relief patterning that seemed to support some of the buttress columns. He reached over and with an amused smile he felt what had to be carefully crafted scales. "That's what I call sticking to a motif," he muttered to himself. Anthony wasn't a big fan of snakes or serpents, but detail in design was always to be appreciated.
He was about to geek over, his fingers getting down some of the basic structures when he heard some scuffling.
"No it's mine! Give it back!" The voice squeaked. Well, it was a boy? Anthony sighed and looked around the corner to see two boys. One was a Ravenclaw and one was a Slytherin. The Slytherin boy had pushed the very skinny Ravenclaw onto his butt and was now standing over him with his backpack.
The Slytherin boy was about to open his mouth when Anthony felt compelled to make his presence known. "Excuse me." His voice was stern. He'd had to practice that. Unfortunately he couldn't fold his arms very well. He had a pad of drawing parchments in one hand. So he placed them on his hips. He pushed away the fold of his robe at his hip to show his wand, his Prefect's badge coming into a dull glint of light on his sweater.
The two boys looked at Anthony. One looked thankful. The other looked annoyed. "Is that your bag?" Anthony asked, pointing at the one in the Slytherin's possession. Good on you, Anthony thought to himself. He'd kept up that authoritative tone- enough to make the Slytherin step a foot back from the Ravenclaw boy. Before the Slytherin could answer, there were footsteps from the side. Anthony quietly reached for his wand as subtly as possible, turned it into his palm and then rested it on his thigh.