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[trustyourblood]

Courtyard

[When Zelman wasn't sitting bored in class or sleeping back at the dorms, he was skipping class outside and enjoying himself in the courtyard as it was a cloudy day for a change. Not like he was allergic to the sun like vampires in myths, but he still disliked it. He was drinking a can of cola (one of the muggle things he really liked) and just chilling in his regular Slytherin robes.]

Hallways; evening/night

[As a true vampire, Zelman enjoyed walking around in the evenings and nights. Usually he avoided members of the staff, but lately he hadn't really cared doing so: he wouldn't be advancing to the next grade this year so it didn't really matter if he got into trouble or not. Rules were stupid anyway.

He only attended Hogwarts to have a place to stay and hide when he wasn't asked to do something. Not that most people really knew that. He was just your old regular troublemaker who disappeared every now and then. There were very little who knew his actual identity and what he did during the war with you-know-who to have ended up in this mess.

Really, he wouldn't be here if he didn't have to, but the place did have good points. Just not enough for him to actually care and act like a normal guy.]

Sano's office: Closed action

[After the incident with Adela and Matsuoka, Zelman had waited on a call to Sano's office to discuss what his punishment would be. It had finally come and Zelman was so close to actually skipping it, but he knew better than actually make Sano mad. He was still indebted to him for actually providing a place to hide, so he should at least try being obedient.

The keyword being try.

That's why he's at least late for the appointment.]

You called?

Comments

Hallways

[ginto]

Zelman Clock?

[ The sight before him was far too unusual to ignore, and it left Jiro staring at the man before him. He had been about to begin his rounds for the night, but Zelman's presence was capturing far too much of Jiro's attention for him to ignore. ]

[trustyourblood]

[It's not that odd that someone who he hasn't even met recognizes him. He's sure one of the regular topics in the teacher's lounge.]

Yeah? And you're...?

[ginto]

Curious about what you're doing here.

[ What was that look... It was almost as if--

Wait. ]

Do you not recognize me?

[trustyourblood]

I recognize that you have a lousy sense of style.

[That would be a no.]

Hallways; Night

[princeofdemons]

[Baldur was never the one to follow any kind of rules, so after curfew was still out and about, hands in pockets and eyes looking out for anything. Upon seeing a figure in the corner of his eyes as he looked over.]

Guess someone else likes to be out at night?

[trustyourblood]

[It's not that rare to see others out that late. It made the nights all the more interesting to see who would be out and who not.]

The nights feel more comforting. No loud imbeciles around.

[princeofdemons]

Also the night is the best time to do things because said imbeciles can't stop you.

[Plus he was use to it, he liked doing things at this time.]

Courtyard

[allthericeballs]

[Hanayo always kept to herself for the most part. Carrying her books with her into the courtyard. She just wanted to do her work in the peace that was the outdoors. No disturbances what so ever. Adjusting her glasses she soon found a spot and went to sit down before looking at her work.]

[trustyourblood]

You know, this place was already taken.

[Zelman says this from where he's sitting, looking at the girl from under his hat. Something to do? Something to do.]

[allthericeballs]

[She looked up slightly, suddenly moving to get up. She felt bad she had taken someone elses spot when she wasn't meant to.]

I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sit there if it's already taken.

Hallways

[soldierofloveandbeauty]

[With Valentine's Day come and gone, Minako couldn't help but give a small sigh. She still ended up dateless and alone as usual. She didn't get it. What was so wrong with her? After classes the young blonde found herself running through the halls, on her way back toward the Gryffindor tower. Books in hand and her speed steady and quick.

She was quick to jump over a couple of hurdles before skidding to a stop and looking around. She was sure she heard something, but as she looked she couldn't see anyone standing out. At least until she started to move again, turning the corner only to come face to face with the Slytherin.]

Ah, hello. Didn't expect anyone to be there.

[trustyourblood]

[Oh, fancy meeting a pretty girl like here. It doesn't happen that often. Not that Zelman is that interested, but it was nice to have some sights every now and then.

Even if it does make him a bit hungry.]

It's normal for students to wander the hallways?

[soldierofloveandbeauty]

Yes, but not weirdly standing close to a corner. That's just strange.

[To her at least, it was a little if not a lot strange as she moved to step to the side.]

Courtyard

[ukidokiotaku]

[Renge was bored for once. She didn't have video games for a good poriton of the year and being here was pretty much no exception. So in order to cover the long hours when she didn't do homework, she spent doing others things. Today just so happened to be a day where she just simply watched people and figured out there personality or looks would fall under.

When she clasp eyes on him, she had a few things she wanted to say.]

You know, you look like one of those creepy stalker kind of guys. At least that is how you come across to me and what is with that can you have?

[trustyourblood]

Well you come across as very annoying.

[Creepy stalker isn't necessarily that far from the truth, if you asked the right people.]

Cola.

[ukidokiotaku]

I get that a lot.

[She has been told that at least a few times, but usually she figured it was because she hit a nerve or something. Not that she cared much.]

Cola... Is that a muggle commoners thing? How did you get something like that here?

Courtyard

[windofthephoenixtemple]

What is it that you are drinking?

[It looked like something she would recognise. A muggle thing people would call it around here. But she couldn't help but want to know and so had walked right up to him, hands at her sides to actually ask.]

[trustyourblood]

Do you always ask something that straightforwardly?

[A question for a question, it seems.]

It's just a popular muggle drink.

[windofthephoenixtemple]

Sometimes, yes. It depends.

[She answered right off the bat and quickly as well.]

I guess it must be either a fizzy drink or a canned coffee.

Courtyard

[son_of_eve]

Zelman what are you doing here?

[A smiling happy first year runs up next to him with a wide smile.]

I thought the Slytherins had class right now...

[trustyourblood]

[Zelman frowns.]

I don't think that's any of your business, kid.

[son_of_eve]

[His attitude doesn't seem to bother Kotaro.]

Because we're friends, right?

[He's the one who said he was interested in being friends.]

Closed

[fireredspear]

[He looks up from the stash of papers he’s working on, that are mainly schedules for the next games, training menus and first years flying lessons evaluations, all of which need to be done by Easter. It’s doable, but he hates paperwork, so any distraction is more than welcome, though it might not seem like it, with that scowl plastered on his face. He spots Zelman and sighs. Right. There was this as well.]

Yes. Sit.

[He motions to the comfy sofa chair sideways to his table and wonders about his decisions, as he does his entire life. He had helped Zelman, because he thought the vampire deserved it, because no matter your attitude, manners, or style, everyone deserved a chance, especially if the had helped others such a big deal as Zelman. Even though the vampire would deny it, if Sano ever brought it up, but he had been a great help for the wizarding world.

That still didn’t change the fact that most of the time Sano just wanted to strangle him, or rip him apart with his bare hands. It also didn’t apologize messing with Adela, or made his job any easier. He felt Zelman was his responsibility, so he had to deal with him, but he also couldn’t just throw him out and there, deal alone. He had given his word and he never took it back. That wasn’t who he was. It was complicated. Sano hated complicated things. He still had to deal with them however.]

What am I gonna do with you…?

[He doesn’t mean to say it out loud, but once he does, he let’s it be.]

Can you explain one thing to me? Why is it so hard for you to just leave people alone? Even go through the extra effort to look for trouble.

[Out of bed, way past curfew and nowhere near his dorms? Smelled like purpose.]

[trustyourblood]

[Zelman sat down in the most relaxed way possibly, not really caring for manners even when the situation was what it was.

What is he going to do? Zelman would like to comment that he could just leave him alone, but it's not like that would ever happen. The day they met and Zelman had agreed to come to Hogwarts was the day he sealed his fate at being watched.

At the questions though, he shrugs, smiling arrogantly.]

I'm not allowed to interact with anyone? That's kind of harsh.

[Of course he knows that's not what Sano meant.]

I wasn't looking for trouble for myself. I looked forward to causing trouble for others.

[fireredspear]

[Sano gives him a glare, that basically screams ‘You know how I mean it.’ He’s learned to control his short fuse over the years, but something about Zelman woke the desire in him to scream at the vampire from the top of his lungs, whenever he as much as looked at the redhead. He takes a deep breath, telling himself he’s supposed to be a responsible teacher and hold himself in check. MacGonagall would have his head, if he doesn’t.]

Of course you can interact with others. Friendly.

[He sighs exasperatedly, as he hears Zelman’s next words. Damnit, at least pretend to be sorry!]

Don’t I know… See, that’s the entire problem. You cause trouble for students - my students, which makes it in turn my trouble, because guess who’s responsible for these kids. But you are also kinda my responsibility.

[There’s a small conflict of interest right there. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, when he had made Zelman the offer, but he’s appreciate at least a little cooperation from that damn stubborn grandpa. But he’s not one to complain, never has been in the first place. It’s done, so all he can do is deal with it, and do his best to… well, get through with it with as few casualties as possible.]

Look, regardless of our relationship, I can’t tolerate you hurting, pestering, or otherwise bullying my students. Consider this a warning. If it continues and the headmistress hears about it - and she will, because I will tell her, if you go too far,- I can’t promise you anything anymore.

That said, I’ve decided on your punishment. First, you’ll apologize to Adela.