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Michael Corner (mike_corner) wrote in wished,

Michael was beginning to think that perhaps there was some sort of disease making its way through the seventh year Ravenclaws. It seemed that this year they were all strangely absent. Certainly they would pop up now and then, but they never stayed for long. For that matter he’d thought he had something with Mandy, but she’d up and disappeared too and now whenever he did see her she always seemed to have something else to be doing. Perhaps he was just putting people off? He briefly wondered if perhaps he had some sort of hex on him and if so he’d definitely finger Weasley as the culprit.

So fine! If that was how they wanted to act then Michael would actually act like a Ravenclaw and worry about his studies. After all this was the year he had to take his NEWTs and he was certainly determined that he was going to do well on them. He’d done rather well on his OWLs in fifth year and he had every plan on doing well this year too. It wasn’t like this was the end of his schooling, so he needed to keep himself in good habits when it came to studying. He had every plan of going to a muggle university when he got done with Hogwarts. With the way things were now he was quite certain that keeping every avenue available to him open.

Eventually though the studying got to him and Michael slammed the book shut with a sigh. He startled when Madame Pince shushed him loudly and he chuckled sheepishly at her angry glare. He was actually surprised that she didn’t come over and kick him out for being too rough with her precious books. Perhaps she knew what year each of them were in and she made concessions for those with coming tests? He really didn’t care if it meant he got off with what he did. He wasn’t going to push his luck by leaving the books on the table though, so he gathered them all up and set into the stacks to put them away.

He was nearly done in the stacks when he noticed Lisa and his earlier annoyance at all the missing seventh years seemed to evaporate. Lisa was one of his good friends, most of the seventh years were, and he couldn’t honestly stay mad at them for long. And since he was done and she appeared frustrated he decided that he would amuse himself and perhaps get her to lighten up. He snuck closer to her location and stopped, realizing she’d be coming around the corner in a moment. He smirked and prepared himself, jumping in front of Lisa before she finished coming around the corner, his hands coming up in a claw like motion as he pulled his lips back in a fake snarl. It was hard not to laugh and to help stop himself he growled predatorily at her and faked a swipe of his “claw” at her.

“Are you daring to enter my area in such a foul mood?”