michael corner aims to misbehave (strongenough) wrote in thispurgatory, @ 2011-04-27 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 1998-february, ! incomplete, ! open, anthony goldstein, michael corner |
Characters: Michael Corner & open to Ravenclaws
Setting: R7 Boys' Dormitory, immediately following dinner
Rating: GP for now, potentially higher
Summary: Michael is not happy about the turn in punishment, not that it's about to stop him because he's special like that.
It wasn't hard to see Parkinson's little list and figure out why those people were listed. The cow probably thought she was going to win something over on him for it. And while he was willing to give her credit for not using his second year sister as his proxy, this wasn't exactly a brilliant infallible idea. While it would have been easy to make a scene then and there, he didn't have all the facts and surely a stand could just as easily been made tomorrow or the day after. That way it couldn't be simply written off as a gut reaction. It was deliberate and he would certainly be yelling louder than ever now. It was going to win him any friends, but the ones that mattered would stick by his side. That was the real error in picking Terry. Michael would bleed for him, would even die for him, and he didn't think that was ever a one way street. Instead, Michael reigned his anger just a little and went directly to his room. Give them one night to think they had taught him a lesson. Once there he pulled out a small first aid kit that his mother always insisted he take to school and took sentry on the edge of Terry's bed. Waiting was the bad part, but it gave him time to simmer that rage, to focus it on something a bit more productive. Currently, the plight of Stephen Cornfoot was as good a fit as any. He was barely around the room most of the time, which left all of his things fair game to be tampered with. Not that it was enough to sate him because Stephen was just one piece of the problem - although admittedly a place he had to share a room with. Turning his wand in his hands, his mind ran over all the particularly nasty (and creative) spells he could cast on him or any of the other IS bastards. They were even teaching most of them in Dark Arts - so why not use them? Get some practice in? Hell, with the rate the administration was going, he might even be rewarded for it too. After all, they were looking for students willing to torture their peers. Sure, there was a line, but Michael wasn't sure he cared where that line was anymore. The other side certainly didn't. |