Beginning of the Bad

Teddy was sick of History of Magic. So, she did something she had only done once or twice before, and only because it had been of the upmost importance she had done it.

She ditched class.

The girl had done so in spectacular fashion too. She had been in the back, doodling all over her desk, when her eyes had lolled onto the door. She glanced around- no one noticed. She pulled on a sun hat and glasses from her bag. No one even glanced at her. She picked up her things, stood, and left. No one said a word.

She hadn't gotten far when she heard the voice of a prefect. She quickly dodged into the out of order bathroom and Moaning Myrtle began following her as Teddy check her makeup.

"I'm gonna tell. I'll tattle. You'll get in trouble, wee little girl. You're supposed to be in class. Can't wait to tattle on you, I can't, for you mean to taunt me!"

Teddy turned around and roared, just as someone entered the room: "Go back into the sh!thole you came from you breathless b!tch before I kill you twice!"

Myrtle stared at her a moment before letting out a howl, diving into her toilet as teddy sat upon the sink, filing her fingernails irritably.

Effy wandered the halls aimlessly as she searched for something to occupy her time with. Today was just one of those days that seemed better off spent doing something other than sitting in classes all day, and so far she'd only been questioned once. The prefect had been suspicious but after a few little lies, they hadn't hesitated on letting her continue off on her own.
Turning the corner, she let out an exasperated sigh at the sight of yet another prefect. Not in the mood for another conversation on lies and fake smiles, she ducked into the first door on her left and to her surprise found herself in the infamous out of order girl's loo. Even more surprisingly, there was already somebody in there. Effy watched the girl send Myrtle flying back to her toilet in a fit and let out a small chuckle. As cruel as it sounded, there was just something amusing about the overly sensitive ghost and her tantrums.
"Lovely choice of words." She commented. Though Effy was perfectly fine being alone, it was sort of nice seeing somebody else skipping. Alot of new opportunities for fun things to do arose when they were two people. Walking over to the mirror right next to the girl, she began adjusting her ponytail and looking the girl over in the mirror. Effy couldn't recall ever have seeing the Ravenclaw girl, but she was sure the girl wasn't a regular skipper. Then again, looks were deceiving.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Effy asked with a bit of a half smirk half smile, failing at hiding the patronizing tone in her voice.

She glanced up at the girl's words. "Thanks," she said, looking the girl up and down once before turning her attention back to her nails. She hadn't gleaned much from her look of the girl- just that she was older, not a prefect, and that she was a Slytherin. An older Slytherin was not the type of company that Teddy typically took on- not because of prejudice, nut simply because of social stigmas about age and friendship.

Teddy filed her middle finger on her left hand and picked at a hangnail on her index finger. The elder girl spoke again, and Teddy looked up. Her eyes narrowed on the girl. "Shouldn't you be too?" she sneered back, her lip jutting out. She flicked her eyes in agitation. The high and mighty approach of the older students had always been obnoxious to her.