Plotting Against Prats

Vivianna was looking for Zane. It really was a pity that Accio didn't work on people, because the redhead was running out of places to search. She'd traipsed through every since one of the male's favorite hang-out spots, only to come out Zane-less. The OWL student was just hoping that the person she was searching for wasn't in his dorm. While Vivianna usually could answer the question that protected the Ravenclaw common room, the members of the house had an irritating tendency to throw a fit when she trespassed. Just when the teenager was about to get ready to give up, the Slytherin was struck with the knowledge of where Zane might be hiding.

Merlin she was thick at times, where else would someone look for a Ravenclaw but the Library? Strutting down the empty corridor towards the large wooden doors, Vivianna found herself thinking about why exactly she was searching for her favorite partner-in-crime; the Slytherin needed help plotting revenge. Now, that wasn't to say that the girl was incapable of doing such a thing on her own, she could. She had, many times. But this revenge needed to be good , and so, she was calling in reinforcements.

There was a small group of Slytherin males whom the witch had been at odds with from the moment they met. They started it, really, as a pesky group of second years picking on the new firsties. Being the only first year who talked back to them had clearly struck a nerve, because they'd had it out for her from that moment on. It had snowballed, over time, Vivianna giving as good as she got. But this time the intolerable gits had gone one step too far.

Pushing open the Library doors, the redhead spotted the guy she'd been searching for. Sliding into the seat next to his, the female batted her eyelashes overdramatically. "Well hello there Zane, you wouldn't happen to know anyone who could help me do a bit of plotting, would you?" the student asked, words and tone innocent, while the expression on her face was anything but.

Zane had been reading up on Arithmancy - he'd been studying with Penny earlier and found he was pretty much still screwed when it came to the end of year test in a few days. When a flash of red hair came into view in the chair next to him, Zane suppressed a cheeky smile and turned to face her.

"Is there something in your eyes, Viv?" He joked, inclining his head towards her and feigning concern. Closing his book, he turned in his chair to face her. "Hmm.." Zane pretended to think about it seriously, "I may know someone."

He paused for a moment, acting like he meant someone else. Reid perhaps? Though he didn't think Vivianna knew Reid. He was suspended from Durmstrang after all. Deciding to be nice, he cracked a small smile. "Who am I supposed to plot against, then?" He asked, crossing his arms, one eyebrow raised.

Zane wasn't always protective of everyone. But when it came to the people who managed to get inside his shell, it was like taking care of Brianna. It came naturally. If anyone was messing with Viv or Adrienne or Reid, they would be taken down a few notches without too many questions being asked.

"Oh shut up," Vivianna responded to Zane's teasing, swatting at his arm as she rolled her eyes. The two students had always had an odd friendship, filled with light teasing and joking flirtations. It was nothing like any other relationship that the girl had, but when it came down to it, the teenager wouldn't change it even if she could.

The witch was getting ready to swat at her friend's arm again, before he gave up the joke and asked who they'd be plotting against. That was more like it, after all, revenge was very serious business.

"Oh, you know, just some rather irritating housemates of mine," Vivianna said, tone nonchalant even as her eyes flickered with rage. The Slytherin knew that Zane would be aware of who she was talking about. After all, she'd only ranted about this particular group of Slytherin's hundreds of times.

The witch didn't even need to ask if Zane would help her or not, knowing that he would without question. Even though both of the teenagers were fairly closed-off, the two shared certain protective instincts for those they cared for. It was rather nice to know that Zane would be there if she ever needed him, just as she would be there for Zane.

Zane pretended like her whack hurt him for a moment, before she told him who it was that had been messing her around again. "Ah." He nodded, serious now. "Your house is full of prats. I mean, aside from you, most of them are completely mental." Zane didn't even feel bad about sort of insulting his relatives. They really were all mental, and complete prats.

His arms crossed over his chest, he leaned back in his chair. "Let's see. I mean, there's the usual bat-bogey hexes, jelly legs jinxes.. I'm guessing you're going for something more serious. Something.. I don't know... detention worthy." It was a bit more of a question than he meant it to be. Sometimes he couldn't tell how seriously she wanted revenge. He was Mr. Hide-His-Feelings, so it wasn't always easy for him to decipher what someone else was feeling either. Especially not Vivi, who was surprisingly like him in many ways.

"Oh hush, my house isn't that bad, I'm sure if you looked hard enough you'd find at least a few nice rule-abiding citizens," the teenager stated, her tone light, even though she was only half teasing.

"They deserve far more than a basic jinx, Zane," Vivianna informed her friend solemnly, "so yes, definitely something detention worthy." There were few things in the world that Vivianna truly loved. One of these things, was potions. If handed a caldron, the Slytherin could do almost anything. Due to her talent, the female had started dabbling in experimental potions and creating her own. Considering just how very illegal that was, it was a fact that few beings knew.

While her activities weren't common knowledge, her interest in the subject was. In an attempt to hit her where it hurt, the gits had burned her potions notes. Not all of them, of course, but all that they could get their hands on. Her housemates had probably thought that they were being smart, destroying her OWL study notes. The thought almost made her laugh, like she would need to study for the potions OWL. In reality, they'd destroyed all of her progress towards the Invisibility Potion she'd been trying to create. Vivianna would have to start from scratch now, and that pissed her off.

"Well," Zane replied finally, "You know you don't have to tell me what they did. Unless you feel like it." He shrugged. He wouldn't expect her to, as a friend. He didn't think he'd have told some of his best friends some things either. Viv was like a little sister to him, but that didn't mean that she had to tell him everything for him to help her.

Considering her agreeing to something that could get them in serious trouble, Zane pondered briefly. It was a bit of a shame that he didn't have his friend Reid around at the moment. That kid was seriously good at getting people into messes. Zane nearly chuckled at the thought, but figured that Vivianna would just get mad at him for laughing - she'd probably think it was at her.

"Would it be enough, perhaps, to lock them in a closet for a while? Or maybe public humiliation is your goal.. You could always prank them in the Great Hall during a meal. Provided you're careful about it." He suggested. Honestly, he was more of the action guy than the specific idea kind of guy. But he'd do his best to help her in whatever way he could.

Zane wouldn't go so far as to say he wouldn't go to detention for Vivianna, but he surely didn't enjoy the idea of it. He didn't exactly want her in detention either. He might regret it, but he was sure that if they did something in public, he'd do it and take the blame if he had to.

Vivianna was suddenly glad that she'd come to Zane for this. Anyone else would have demanded that she tell them what happened, Zane wouldn't do that. It was great, knowing that someone in this big old castle would be there for her no matter what, even if they hadn't spoken in months.

In an odd way, Zane was almost family. It was like they were cousins or something, if it wasn't for the joking flirtation Vivianna tended to spout out whenever they spoke. The Slytherin wanted to tell Zane what her housemates had done, but since the other student had no knowledge of her illegal brewing, it wasn't like her words would made sense.

"Something public, or something bad. And of course I'd be careful, you know I don't get caught," the witch drawled out in agreement. "They burned something of mine," the teen explained, a moment later. Leaning back in her chair, the girl rolled her head backwards, neck cracking loudly.

"Something with two parts," the redhead said slowly, tone indicating that she was thinking, "so that they'll think it's over, and then get hit with something else." A moment later the girl bit her lip and let out an exaggerate sigh. Looking into the eyes of her friend, she exclaimed, "I'm idealess! Tell me Zane, what will happen next? The apocalypse? Gryffindors and Slytherins being the best of friends? Me failing a potions exam?" As she continued, Vivianna's voice slowly became more and more hysterical. It was all a joke, of course. Mostly.

Zane rolled his eyes at Viv's antics. "If anyone is going to fail their potions exam, it won't be either of us." He laughed, shaking his head and pushing hair out of his eyes. He probably needed to get his hair cut over break. At least it was nearly summer. If they were leaving for summer, they may as well get rid of the guys if they could. However, he'd been pretty tired lately with all of his end of year exams. He was in the library even now, for example. He couldn't seem to get away from homework or tests right now.

"Alright.. Let's say you slip them a potion of some kind. Polyjuice or the like. But you could do it in the Great Hall. Then when it ends, they think they were pranked - clearly - but assume that's all they have to expect. Then follow up with something maybe the next day, or in your common room?" He frowned, sure she would be disappointed. He usually could come up with something better than that. He'd just been so busy lately that he couldn't think of anything he thought Vivianna would think was a good idea.

"Look, Viv, you probably know by now I'm more action than plot. I like to plan, but I've been focused on finals. I'm not coming up with anything that fantastic right now." He frowned slightly. He hated disappointing people - well, except his parents perhaps - but definitely his friends. He ran a hand through his hair again, hoping she'd either have something better or agree with his suggestion.

"True, I can't see you failing anything, bookworm that you are," the teen teased with a roll of her eyes. On the topic of failing, she really needed study for her Transfiguration OWL if she wanted any chance of passing the blasted subject.

"Polyjuice. I like it. They'll know it was me, because who else hates them and has a knack for potions? But no proof," the girl nodded thoughtfully, "So, what do you think? Turn them into girls, or Professors?" the Slytherin asked with a smile, as if she talking about this sort of thing every day.

"I don't get you sometimes," the witch huffed leaning back in her chair, "the Ravenclaw, who prefers doing over thinking. I have to say Zane, as much as I love you, you would've been miserable if you were sorted into Slytherin," the redhead announced honestly. "And that's not even considering the fact that I'd have free access to your dorm twenty-four/seven," Vivianna joked, pausing to consider just how much she'd probably annoy Zane. All out of love, of course.

Zane chuckled at her light teasing. "Look, you're a bloody genius at Potions, and I'm good in Transfiguration. They sort of go well together." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Nodding at her reply, he agreed. "Polyjuice it is, then!" He laughed openly at her suggestions for what to turn them into. "I don't think I want to see those slimy gits as girls, personally." He winked. But Zane had to admit, it sounded pretty entertaining.

Zane gave her an exasperated look at her reply to his opinion of plotting. "I'm not sure I'd still be sane if you had access to my room all the time. You'd drive me mental." He joked, knowing she would understand he wasn't serious.

He frowned slightly, though, as a thought came to him. "Just because I'm book smart doesn't mean I'm evil smart - though that would probably be helpful." He shrugged. "I was supposed to be in Slytherin like my parents, of course. But things changed.." He'd mentioned his family problems to Vivianna before but he couldn't recall if he'd gone into great detail about it. If not, he was sure she would ask.