Listen, little fella...

Meg was still holding her wand when she had fallen on the ground, She shook her head and groaned, this whole battle thing was getting really old. “Oh my fucking god, ow…” she moaned as she tried to lift her head, whoever had been fighting them were wrapped up in another duel now, they we safe for the moment…

She followed, her wand at the ready, “as good as I can be, how about you?” she coughed in the smoke. “Do you know where you’re going?” she asked as she glanced all around them, trying not to miss any possible threats but the screams and debris clouded her senses, and it made it hard to think and register what she was seeing.

“Never better,” he mumbled back with a grin.  He stepped around some of the larger rubble, squinting against the haze.  “Nah, not a clue.  I was just trying to find people.”  Tim had no plans, really.  Fight the bad guys.  Save the good guys, if he found any that needed saving.  That was about it.  Besides, with all of the smoke and his own lack of familiarity with the castle, Tim had been lost for a decent amount of time.  He wasn’t sure where he was at all, so finding someone who had more experience with the castle was a godsend.  He really appreciated Meg’s presence in this moment.

Fire at the Disco || Tim & Meg

“I can tell you were one of those kids who played cowboys and Indians growing up,” she said with a chuckle after his ‘spy’ remark. If she was going to do this with anyone she was glad it was Tim. He always listened to her, well most of the time, and he always had a sly remark in his back pocket to keep up with her own. After a few turns on the broom and a close encounter of almost knocking a painting off the wall, they finally made it to the Great Hall.

“Nah.  Cops and Robbers.” He shrugged, flying after her and offering a wave of apology to the offended painting they’d nearly damaged.  Hopefully it wouldn’t rat them out, but then again, the painting wouldn’t be too sure who they were anyway.  The robes were a good idea.

Oh please, Europe’s been doing this kinda shit since before America was even a thought in it’s parent’s minds.

Guess you’re not wrong.

-smirks-

Gotta say, you guys go full out tryin’ to one up us Yanks.

Before embarking on their flight to the Great Hall, Zarina was silently going over weak spots in their plan. The mission was to make their mark on the school, not get expelled from it. The Slytherin came up with two big potentially problematic questions: What if the brooms gave way, and how were they going to escape without being recognized? However, Zarina has always been good with solving problems and quickly came up with solutions. As for the brooms, a classic flight charm should renew their power for a while. And as for getting in and out on the down low… it was time to bring the old uniforms back into play. “We’re going to have to make a quick detour. Follow me, and keep up.” 

Tim did as instructed, shaking his head at her as she took charge but following along an easy grin.  She knew the school better than he did, and clearly she was having ideas about something.  She hadn’t steered them wrong the last time in the forest, and he trusted her to do the same here.  Besides, even if she did, he wasn’t too concerned.  What was the worst that could happen?  He get expelled?  It wasn’t an issue.  With the school the way it was, he wasn’t sure it really mattered.  And besides, it wouldn’t affect him.  He’d just go back to the states, and they would never know the difference.  He’d just say her passed his classes, take some test, get his acknowledgement of completion from Salem.  Easy stuff.  School was the least of his worries.

-waiting in the calm before the storm-

Some night, huh?  And here I thought I was just coming for a quality education.

“Hmm, how about we go… Airborne Banksy.” Zarina said before walking over to a dusty, corner closet and opening up the door to reveal two flying broomsticks. They weren’t exactly in ‘new condition’ but would still fly nonetheless. 

“Holy. Shit. I love you.  Let’s do it.”

“So I’ve been told,” she said jokingly and nudged him lightly in return. “Graffiti? I like it. We can add our own magical spark to it to make it really stand out. And what better place to liven things up then the Great Hall? Its been looking a little gloomy in there since Rattigan’s been changing things left and right.”

“Perfect.  I like it.”  He grins, then glances over her shoulder out the door.  The halls seemed to be clear for now.  “What do you say?  Wanna go be Banksy?”

“You never said you didn’t,” she said with a smile knowing they were about to get into some trouble. “Plus you can’t do anything right without me anyway. Who says we can’t make it bigger? So come on, out with it then.”

“Damn, you’re good.”  He laughed, knocking her with his elbow.  At least he wasn’t about to go down alone for whatever trouble they were about to get in.  “I got my hands on some spray paint, so I was thinking maybe we could liven up these old walls.  You in?”

Zarina scoffed, “Pfft, okay. Cooler huh? You’ve caught my attention. Have you got something in mind? Or do I always have to be the one who comes with the plans?” Zarina smirked teasingly and leaned slightly against a bookcase. “Me? Possibly something revolutionary but you don’t need to know about that.”

“Wow, way to leave me in the dark.”  He laughs, waving her off and shaking his head.  “I didn’t have anything too big in mind.  But who says I wanna include you, huh?”

Zarina looked at the time and cringed a little. Shit. Oh well. “You? Trying to stay out of trouble? That’s a first, never thought I’d hear that one. Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me.” Zarina walked around him so that his attention was turned away from the dust. “What are you doing snooping about anyway?”

“Me? Soft?  Never!   I’m just trying to save my trouble for something cooler than the fuckin’ curfew.”  Tim scrunched up his face, glancing over her shoulder briefly but deciding he didn’t really care what she was doing and instead turning to face her.  “Not snooping.  Hiding out from the fuzz.   You?”

Zarina knelt down a bit to get on eye level with the small bowl of blue dust in front of her. She twisted the tweezers through her fingers and very delicately pick up a single grain of the blue dust and hovered it over the the mixture she was making. Just as the girl was about to drop it in, she heard a voice she knew all to well and would recognize anywhere. “Whoa, whoa, whoa– no,” she said quickly putting her tool down and walking over to him trying to block his view. “Who said you could come in here? This is my business, Tim.”

“Woah, woah.  Relax, will you?  I’m just trying to stay out of trouble.  If you haven’t noticed, it’s past curfew.”  Tim held his hands up innocently, jerking his head towards the door as he mentioned the curfew.  “Look, I’m minding my own business.  Just don’t get us caught, alright?”

“Good, if word get’s out why I did it people might start to pity me and I don’t want that. I’d rather they just hate me.”

“Got it.  But you’re gonna have to put up with me not hating you, because it’s illegal for New Yorkers to hate their friends.  Tough break, kid.”