A Fated Pair [LocalFriendlyPsycopath/.Crimson.] (NSFW)

[.Crimson.]

"I told you already, it was as simple as taking a right when it should have been a left" No sooner than the words could be heard all but booming throughout the hallway, a blond female was seen struggling to make a rather hasty getaway from a male who was hot on her heels the whole time. Bad enough that her life was uprooted and forced to move from England over to the United States, but to have someone tasked with 'keeping an eye on her' and ensuring that she actually went somewhere? Oh, that was driving her positively mad! "I made it to the class, didn't I?!" She retorted back and with a certain amount of bite behind the words that made some of the other students that were once surrounding them to back away like they had cornered a literal predator. Harlow severely disliked being told what to do, and it did not help that the one doing it was the male student who had at first been a bearable presence but ended up taking his job as guide much too seriously.

She pinched the bridge of her nose between two fingers, desperately hoping it would be enough to stem an oncoming headache that felt like it would be monumental. One of the reasons for the contention were the robes she wore to this day even after the transfer had been done and over with, instead of conforming to the common style of uniform they used at this school the blond was keen on just repurposing the one she already had in her possession and even stuck to the color theme. Down to the deep and shimmering green eyeshadow that lined the lids of both eyes, and it was usually enough to make people talk. "Look, I appreciate you helping me out around here, but I need to have some form of breathing room here. You make me feel like I am physically suffocating!" Harlow once again tried to convey her feelings in a manner that he might actually understand, but once again all she was met with was a stubborn mule who was set in his own ways and refused to budge.

"Miss Blake, if you would come with me, please." Blue eyes found themselves being drawn to the side and coming face to face with the woman who actually ran the school, no doubt this would lead to yet another lecture but from the looks of things the woman was dragging her shadow along for the ride as well. Mrs. Morgan had heard enough to get the picture from this, deciding that the easiest way to squash this attempt at rebellion was to stop the fire before it even had a chance to fully start. Snuff out all forms of oxygen, and the flame would be nothing more than a pitiful pile of ash.

"Now, I have heard multiple instances of you causing a blatant scene in public. Why is it that after a month since your transfer here, you still see fit to cause so much fuss?" The brunette woman peered up at the pair through a sleek set of frames, a smile etched onto her features though it went halfway at best before stopping proving that it was forced and not genuine. "This stops right now, Miss Blake. I had hoped he would be able to help you transition to this school with no problems, but it seems I need to take further measures. There are to be partners in the upcoming Potions class, and you have both volunteered to be the first official pairing. Congratulations you two. Now, if you would be so kind as to go to lunch, I have other matters that I must attend to."

Harlow blinked in rapid succession as the door was promptly shut and even bolted behind the pair as they were led out, a frustrated growl rising up from her throat before coming out in the form of a scream and watching as the young woman turned and briskly walked toward the lunch area. Ilvermorny had been the worst thing to happen to her in forever!​

 

[LocalFriendlyPsychopath]

The tall male groaned as she started to throw a fit again, "Miss. I'm just...' he began to say as he was cut off by ehr again, "No. That's the issue, you weren't on time!" he said to her, "Fifteen minutes late is not making it to class!" he said as he walked behind her. The male had been put in charge of making sure she had felt welcome, and at first he gave her all the space she needed... but more and more they were putting pressure on him to have her wear her robes from the school. To stop wearing the slytherine stuff. There were already rumours around her that she was all sorts of nasty things and he wanted to squash it before it got out of hand. Let alone how it looked for the staff to have a girl running around like that.

The male had brown hair and brown eyes, and was the all american boy. His face was framed with a square jaw, and sharp eyes, with a hawkish nose that sat square in the center of his face. He wore the robes of his house proudly along with a ratty old leather holster that held his wand. Something his family had all worn when they went ot this school all the way back when it was first set up. The boy was almost a cowboy, with the hat and everything. He was also built like a half giant, towering over some of the teachers even as he stalked after the smaller woman, "Breathing room? BREATHING ROOM!?" he said to her a bit angrily, "You slip free of me and run off all the time! You mentioned some kind of room of recreation or secrets or something and this aint' hogwarts sweetie, we don't have magical rooms. I mean we do but not like that!" he said, "You also got caught handing out those tricks from that Hogsmead shop... and at least TWO teachers were asking ME how you got them in here," he said gritting his teeth.

HIs eyes narrowed before the head mistress came out and talked to both of them, dragging them aside as he deflated a bit and followed the two women. He grumbled silently as he got inside and stood there. He didn't enjoy hearing her get talked down too because he knew his own roast would come and sure enough it did, "Your great great grandfather would be disappointed to hear that you can't even help ONE student acclimate. He used to take people from EVERY wizarding school and help them out! When he retired from being a teacher his decendants, from your brothers and sisters to your parents all helped. You haven't been able to deal with ONE person!" she said. He hung his head a bit in shame, looking dejected as she then explained the potion class.

He perked back up, "She's doin' what? Oh no way. Not in any way shape or form. I absolutely..." he began to say as she put her foot down. He closed his mouth and crossed his arms, looking like a grumpy mountain more than a man as he walked out with the slytherine.

Once they were outside and told to go to lunch he huffed and shook his head, "This obviously ain't gonna work," he said to her, "So I'm gonna go tell my folks that I'm dropping out and leaving the damn school..." he said to her a bit bitterly, "Thanks Mrs.Suffocation," he said to her as he all but walked off on her, feeling bitter and angry. He never took insults to his honor well, let alone his family name, and this was the last insult for him. Lunch was quite as he sat down and ate by himself in a corner, talking to a few of his fellow Pukwudgies.

Bad enough he didn't get into Thunderbird or Wampus like the rest of his family, but now his reputation was being dragged through the mud even worse with his failure at helping this girl adapt to the school and become a student. Shouldn't have been hard! No language barriers, no HUGE cultural shifts outside of her calling biscuits and cookies the wrong thing and a few other little things. MOstly it wasn't that bad. But it had basically come to a head at this point, with her not making it to classes on time and them saying it was his fault. He was supposed to guide her. She'd show up late and say she had been confused and couldn't make it there. He wasn't sure if it was true or not but at this point it didn't really matter.

As he made his way to potions he went in and sat down at his table, sighing as he grumbled to himself. Others filtered in and he somewhat hoped the girl would maybe get lost and not make it on time. That of course made him feel guilty and as class was just about to start he left to find her again and guide her back to class.