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[DRUELLA INDIRA HARSHING]

Druella Indira Harshing was by no means an ordinary girl. She was talented beyond her age due to her father's pushing and her own desire to be the best. She'd started training earlier than what could be called usual and she enjoyed nothing more than being alone.

When silence freaked many out it was a welcome gift to Druella. So rare it was in the school to get even a moment. Sometimes she thought that was why she started hall-walking (what she called her night time walks around the castle). Of course, she knew she could get in trouble but... The quiet was worth it.

Tucked tight to her chest, as wasn't unusual on her night time adventures, was her diary. She never liked to let it out of her sight, afraid of the consequences it's secrets might bring upon her. After all, other than her it was the only one that knew the terrible truth of her past. The truth which had led her to her flirtatious ways and general rejection of everyone who didn't fit into given ranges. Worst, however, was that it knew the story of the day her mother died.

Turning another corner the pale-skinned girl carried on walking, shoes casting hollow sounds which echoed in the stone-built corridors. She didn't care if they caught her. She was always in trouble anyway. She had an affinity for trouble. She was too quick with her wand, too sharp with her tongue for her own good but it never stopped her and her mind was always ticking, always. Never did it cease. That was why she needed to walk these corridors. It was something to take her mind off it, something other than turning the pages of already read books in a world where material was often kept from her.

Another corner, she turned her head to glance behind her before carrying on. Silence. She needed silence and so, as suddenly as her walk had begun, she sat down in the empty hallway, took her diary and read it, emersing herself in her own history. After all, at this school you were not always able to keep track at yourself. So much to learn, to remember, so much drama and it all buiilt up. It felt good to just relax, to be alone for a minute. Plus, who would find her? At this hour the castle slept.

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[Godric Gryffindor]

<sup>If there was one thing that Godric truly hated about Hogwarts, it was patrolling. Although he only had to do it once a week, there seemed to be next to no reason to spend his own free time wandering pointlessly around the corridors at some ungodly hour of the night... for what exactly?
An attack by vikings?
For hell to break out in the castle and for everyone to die in some horrible and tragic way that could only be prevented if a teacher was walking around, just in case?

No.
He was there to check if any students were out of bed.
That's what Rowena had said when he had asked why, pray tell, they had to do such a boring task. She also told him to stop being stupid, yet Godric had chosen to ignore her there.
Of course, Godric had never actually caught a student out of bed, yet if he did, they would certainly be getting one hell of a surprise. The usually calm and relaxed teacher would certainly deal with them as it was their fault that he wasn't allowed to sleep in the first place.

Turning a corner and heading down the main stairs towards the entrance hall for what felt like the millionth time, he continued to mutter darkly to himself.
It probably wouldn't have been so bad if there was someone else to talk to.
But noooo.
Why make another teacher stay up, just for company?
That was 'mean' and 'asking too much'. Of course, it was alright to ask him to do it nonetheless.
Oh well.
Just walk round one last time and then call it a night. After all, if no one was up, who would be able to say that he quit early?

With a smile now re-appearing across his face thanks to the prospect of (for lack of a better phrase) buggering off, Godric turned a corner and started to walk down the dark corridor. His footsteps echoed down the hall; the only sound to be heard.
Thanks to the pathetically dim lighting of the area, he could barely see where his feet were going, let alone if any obstacles were in his way.

This was probably why Godric didn't notice the deterrent in his path until he'd tripped over it. Cursing slightly under his breath as he attempted to regain balance, the teacher fumbled around his pockets for his wand. As Murphy's law, although having not been invented then, would still have had effect; it took Godric a few minutes to find it. After he'd looked everywhere else.

"Lumos Maxima," he cast rather irritably, now thinking that he wouldn't bother with going round the castle that one last time- it just wasn't worth it anymore. More than anything, all he wanted to do was go to bed and preferably not wake up until noon; at least then it was also a way of getting out of teaching the second years (a.k.a the class from hell).
Now he looked down at what he had fallen over, expecting to see either something completely stupid or left by a student. Certainly not a student themselves.
"So what's the excuse?"</sup>

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[DRUELLA INDIRA HARSHING]

Druella was busy reading her diary, years kept within a single leather binding. Every time she ran out of pages more would appear though the book itself never seemed to get any thicker. Magic, no doubt. After all, her father had gotten her the book when she was five and she'd kept it all these years, writing within it's pages whenever she felt the urge.

Every now and then she would turn a page, the sound piercing through the silence like a knife and then disappearing as suddenly as it had come. It was an amazing thing, like reliving moments again, when she read her diary. Often she wandered why it didn't happen more often. The answer was always the same: nobody could be trusted.

She'd have happily sat there all night if it hadn't been for the echoing of footsteps in the hallowed hallway. She'd have read the book through till morning, returned to her dormitory to fetch her things before going to breakfast and finally class. It was a rare occasion but not unheard of for her to do that. Often her classmates would ask her what she did but she would just brush them off.

She looked up from the leather-bound volume just in time toi see legs coming at her and then bang! The legs collided with her and she scowled upwards as a wand lit up the dark hall. So the interruption was no other than the great Gryffindor himself? Great, this would go well. Yes it would. As long as he didn't expect her to be too happy about this.

"There's no excuse professor. You don't even deserve one." she snapped, shuffling herself backwards across the floor and continuing her reading, glancing up at him with dark green eyes yet again, the light making the colour dance but still the sheer anger and hostility remained within them. "You should walk on and pretend you never saw me, then none of us have trouble to deal with, hey?" she hinted, hoping he'd do what she said, otherwise it looked like her wand, tucked underneath her robes, would be coming out.

No, she wouldn't directly attack the professor, it would be stupid to do such a thing, but if she could cause some kind of distraction, something to give her time to escape from him, all would be well. She didn't want to fight tonight, all she wanted was peace and quiet. Time away from the noise of both commonroom and the dormitory. After all, the students probably wouldn't sleep that well tonight. It was but a few nights since they'd arrived back, it took everyone a good week to settle into the school routine again.

Closing her diary and tucking it to her chest yet again she smiled at Gryffindor, he smile girlish and out of place on her features. Sometimes she wandered if the staff even knew who she was and she was pleased they couldn't take her diary from her. Such a terrible thing it would be! Azkaban, for sure. She was only young, a girl. She hadn't meant to kill her mother. It had all been some terrible mistake... No, they weren't having it. They'd never have it. None of them.

[Godric Gryffindor]

<sup>"Slytherin, is it?" Godric asked wearily, certainly not in the mood to deal with one of Salazar's students. As you probably guessed by the fact that Godric had to ask, he had no idea what house the girl was in, yet Slytherin was the most obvious choice.
Ravenclaw were way too mature to be out of bed and even if they weren't, they'd probably be in the library. The Hufflepuffs just wouldn't bother, whereas Godric had at least taught his house how to not get caught.
That just left them.
"I'm your professor. If I ask you something, you give me the answer whether or not you think that 'I deserve it'. Do I make myself clear?" Godric asked, switching into the very rare 'strict and angry teacher' mode. He better have made himself clear; the more time spent explaining/fighting was more unnecessary time spent awake. "Now, what's your name?"

He didn't bother waiting for a response, knowing that even such a simple answer would probably be delivered with as much reluctance, disrespect and cynicism as possible. After all, that's what happened with every other Slytherin. Nonetheless, she was slightly different; perhaps delousional if the girl actually believed that he would walk away and pretend nothing happened even if the idea was rather tempting.
Hell. The smile just proved it.
"I'm sorry- how many detentions are you after? Keep acting like that and you'll soon be into double figures!" he snapped, unintentionally taking his frustrations out on her for the moment. Godric hadn't meant to do so, yet who could he vent to?
Exactly.
There wasn't anyone.

Sure, the detentions thing may have been slightly harsh too, yet it was certainly much more effective than just docking a few house points. The house competition was probably more important to the founders than it was to the students, whom the contest had originally been for. In some ways it was for the glory of winning with the kids, in others the fact that it pretty much gave the winnder permission to take the utter piss out of the other founders for an entire year.

So if Godric took any house points from Slytherin, Salazar would find a way to take points of Gryffindor. That's what had happened the time before ('10 points for having stupid hair.'), and the time before that ('50 points because I feel like it'). At least the snake's excuses were interesting.

How they ever became friends is a puzzle.</sup>

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[DRUELLA INDIRA HARSHING]

Pushing hair from her eyes she stared up again, sheer mocking obvious in vivid emeralds. She really had no respect for Gryffindor, or his poxy house. She never had. They just annoyed her. Did they have no idea what was important in life? Were their parents gone in the head or something? Surely someone must have taught them something at some stage?

Maybe not. Maybe some kids just got neglected and those were the ones that ended up in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. It only made sense, right? How else could people end up their. Typically, anyone who wasn't pureblood ended up in the other three houses but the better of that crop belonged to Ravenclaw. The others, in her mind, were fools.

Professor Gryffindor was the worst of his lot. There was something about him that wound her up. Maybe it was his face? Or they way her walked? Perhaps the way he talked? No, it was defiitely everything about him and he definitely had no right trying to tell her to do, no matter if he believed he did.

"Got it in one I see, maybe you aren't as dumb as you look after all." she commented in a snide, mocking tone. No, she certainly wasn't playing games of being 'nice' with anyone. She was a pain in the ass to anyone other than Slytherin and was always in detention because of it. hell, you'd think she looked for trouble? The truth was she did. Tro uble was better than utter boredom at how slow the other idiots in this school were, right?

"My name is whatever you think it is." she laughed. "As if I'd tell you." she muttered under her breath. Was this professor slow or what? Man this would be fun. She tooik her wand out and toyed with it, still sat in her place on the floor with her diary clutched tight in the other hand. Obviously, she was considering pure idiocity. Then again, she was always being told to push herself both here at school and at home.

"Detentions? As many as you want to give me. But you'd be stuck with me then. You really want to be stuck with me? Surely it's better to just ignore the fact I'm here. I'm not even harming anything." she paused again, rubbing her head as if thinking then leaning back against the wall once more.

"So, like, anything else to say braniac?"

[Godric Gryffindor]

<sup>'Maybe he wasn't as dumb as he looked'?
Damn.
Godric had thought that he looked alright.
"10 points for Slytherin," he drawled, quickly getting mixed feelings of boredom and agitation with the situation. "Want to keep pushing it?" After all, the number could and would only get higher. At the moment Godric was thinking along the lines of... hm. 50 points for being out of bed and lurking around school in the middle of the night, 10 points for arguing back, and five points for every insult.
Hell, it wouldn't have surprised him if the Slytherin points glass would be empty by tomorrow; of course, the Gryffindor one would be in minus numbers (knowing Sally, it was possible) by the day after.

"Just because you won't tell me, it doesn't mean that I won't find out." Godric retorted, a bitter and fed up tone appearing in his voice. He watched Druella carefully as she took out her wand and started to play with it. Considering the fact that Godric was currently questioning the girl's sanity, it was no surprise that it made him feel rather uneasy. "Put that away. Now." He snapped once again, casually slipping his hand into his robe pocket, double checking that the old and familiar holly wand was there. As Godric's eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the corridor, he had put the wand away before.

As much as the Gryffindork hated to admit it, the girl had got him there. Detentions would mean more time spent with her, which so far felt the same as if he were banging his head against a stone walls with bits of broken glass and rusty nails sticking out of it. The only problem was that usually detentions were given out along with such a degeneration in house points; not a good hundred or so house points instead of a disasterous detention that neither party wanted to attend.
"Detentions aren't meant to be nice for anyone and I clearly don't want to have to spend any more time than necessary with you," he replied, eyes narrowed at her, "yet we're both going to have to suffer, aren't we?" Godric then smiled; just as she had done so patronisingly at him.

Yes, there were many things that he would like to say to her, yet none of them would be considered suitable or particularly 'nice'. As for 'no harm done', tell that to the pair of legs that tripped over her.
Godric grimaced.</sup>

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