who ? tracey davis and zac smith when ? night time, end of their 7th year, 1998 where ? an empty corridor in hogwarts what ? angry angriness rating ? high, definitely high, if only for swearing alone status ? active
Throughout his school years, Zac had always been in the habit of walking around the school late at night. At first it had just been the thrill of sneaking around, but then as he had gotten older, Zac had discovered that he wasn't the only person to do this. Often, students would sneak around the corridors either because they couldn't sleep or because they were attempting to meet up with someone. Hogwarts corridors essentially became Zac's hunting grounds, because you could either pick on the sad ones or blackmail the horny ones. It was fantastic and now that the school was coming to and end, Zac suspected he might genuinely miss that.
Tonight was one of the last nights Zac would be able to walk around, hiding in the shadows when someone passed by. He was sure that there would be new and exciting things he could entertain himself with once out of school, but for now, this was plenty. It wasn't going very fruitfully, though, the evening. Zac had seen one first year, who he promptly made to cry by asking them if their dead daddy would be disappointed in them. That had been fun. But the rest of his night wasn't turning out to be very interesting at all. Well, or it hadn't been until Zac had spotted Tracey Davis.
Zac had very particular feelings about Tracey Davis. Firstly, he disliked her greatly. She didn't seem to manage even the most acceptable social rules, as in, she wouldn't hide her sexuality. The way she openly acted around girls was disgusting, if you asked Zac. Which of course you wouldn't. Secondly, he also thought she was fucking hot. There was something about that angry lesbian look that Zac really just wanted to fuck out of her. But mostly, it was the first one.
"And what have we hear?" He said out loud, having sneaked up to Davis like she was a rabbit and he was the fox. Still, he had said it before getting close enough to get punched, because that would put even more of a downer on his evening. Zac hated getting punched.