Who: Alex and Hannah Where: Hannah's room at the estate When: Sunday Night Rating: PG13 tops, language and angry types
Alex just slammed the journal closed on the table it was sitting on. It was slammed hard enough that the table would have vibrated with the motion. But, he took a slow, deep breath as his eyes closed. He was rather irritated, and it didn’t help that he had a Hufflepuff that suddenly grew a spine over the most harmless of jokes and decided to go all witch on him. With that thought in his mind, he slowly rose from the chair he had been sitting in and began to make his way toward the stairs.
His hand opened and closed at his side, a sure sign that the elves took to stay out of his way. They weren’t abused, and actually were very fond of Alex, but they knew his temper. They knew when to just stay out of the way and be ready to pick up the mess. And this, clearly, was one of those moments. For, Alex really was quite annoyed. He had been playing by her rules inside the house for weeks now. He wasn’t about to let her get mad at him for playing by those rules. No way was that going to happen.
When he got to her room, his hand would come down to knock on the door. Though, knock might be an understatement as he knocked rather hard. Alex would give her a moment, before he opened the door and stepped into the room. Even if it had been locked, he would use his wand to unlock it. He would take a moment to turn his gaze around the room, as in all honesty it was the first time he had ever been in it. But, that would only take a moment before he turned his attention on her.
“Why in the bloody hell are you mad at me over now?” he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Or are you seriously hell bent on getting your knickers in a twist over a bloody joke?”