I've exposed your lies~

[Dea]

Thalia was trying to hide. From Leann. Again. Yes, this was her main goal in life. But Leann really thought she and Thalia were bezzies. And, truth be told, Thalia really didn't like her.

Thalia remembered this was the one hour a day she was safe, however. Free period for Thalia, Ancient Runes for Leann. Score.

Thalia walked slowly down some stairs, not really paying attention, and slipped down the uneven one. Someone had spilled water there, as well. Death trap, right? Composing herself two steps down, she pretended nothing had happened, though trying to figure out why someone would leave a slip-able substance on the floor. But if it was Peeves, would he really care?

Damocles, however, had been behind Thalia on those very stairs. And burst into laughter.

"Nice one, Thalia," he said, as if congratulating her. He may seem mean. But when you know someone from a young age, and really don't like many of the same things, you tend not to be very close. And therefore, it was funny when these things happened. After receiving a glare, he just shook his head, and continued down the stairs. He managed to slip on the exact same stair. "God damn it," he said, as he stood up, a step sooner than Thalia had. Peeves. You made a new enemy. Damocles, however, being a bit more logical than Thalia, cleaned up the puddle instead.

Thalia just rolled her eyes. "And you were laughing at me?"

Damocles glared. "Damn straight. Much funnier when you slip."

Thalia, again, juts rolled her eyes, and sat on a bench, pulling out a half-finished essay, and continuing. Hey, it made her look smart, right?

Damocles sat on the bench opposite her, and, feeling childish today, wondered how long Thalia would go without realising he was staring at her. Realising this was very, very, very creepy, he decided against it, and instead started searching through his bag for his timetable and essay he had to finish.

ooc/ Sorry for the shitty quality.

[Haine]

"You can't stay mad at me forever, Philly."
"I can try. And my name's not Philly."
"It was only a detention!"
"I know."
"So what's the problem?"
"I hadn't done anything. You had."

As you had probably guessed by now, Gideon had done something stupid again. This time, it had been in transfiguration. Gideon had somehow managed to turn McGoogle's hat into a Gerbil, instead of the teacup in front of him. Gideon then realised that he had no idea how to turn it back. So he tried to get Phil to help him. Phil didn't want to help him. So Gideon tried to fix the problem himself, yet instead just made the Gerbil bigger. Then the professor and the rest of the class realised what was going on. When the class had calmed down a good ten minutes later, Gideon had already been blamed. Who, in turn, blamed Phil, seeing as no one would believe that the whole thing was an accident. The problem was settled by both of them receiving detention.

Gideon still couldn't understand why Phil was mad. Yes, they were both hungry, having had to miss dinner to do the detention. Yet Gideon had had to miss Quidditch practice too!
...
On second thoughts, considering the crap weather conditions, this was probably quite lucky. He was sure that he'd hear all about how bad it was later.

"I still don't see what the problem is."
"I could have had plans-" Phil started, trying to come up with any excuse that Gideon could understand.
"Yet you didn't. You haven't for a while."
"Well today could have been a change!"
"I doubt it, Philly."
"I could have had homework." Phil retorted after a while.
"You get the same amount as I do. And we don't."
God damn Gideon.

Gideon, on the other hand, wasn't listening. For he was now starting to drag Phil over to a bench. "Dammy! He'll listen to you. Do we have any essays or homework or stuff that we need to do?"
Now Phil wasn't listening. Because he'd noticed who was sitting on the opposite bench. Thalia.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.

[Dea]

This was an awkward silence. Perhaps he should question her. He really couldn't believe she'd done what she'd supposedly done with Calvin. It seemed so unlike her.

But here came the chicken in him, and he decided not to.

But then came a Phil and a Gideon. So good thing he hadn't questioned her.
"Urm, nope. Not unless you also take Ancient Runes and have to decode fifteen random subjects by tomorrow."
Oh, how wonderful. The joys of ancient runes. The homework he was doing at that precise moment. Did that say what he thought it said? Oh, wait, no. Never mind. It didn't.

Thalia, on the other hand, was trying to actually figure out what the frick was up with the giant, bite-mark shaped mark on the corner of her paper. Weird.
She tensed as she heard that familiar voice, and looked up to indeed find it was Phil. She flicked her head back down so fast it looked like she should have had whiplash. Well this was awkward.