Here They Go Again...

[La_Musica]

[[Jesse and Lyra Spat]] [[Marauder 5th Year]] [[Open to any Ravenclaws]]

"You are such a prat!"

"Well you're not that much better yourself you little twerp."

"Little?! I'm not little!"

"Heh, fine. Your not little, your short. Stupid and short."

"Stupid eh? Who gets Troll on all their Transfiguration assignments?"

"You will too, once I--"

"JESSE get o--"

Two ill mannered students wrestled on the floor of the Common Room, not at all minding that pairs of eyes were watching their progress with mild amusement, and, for the most part, disdain. Well this was a first, that's for sure. Nobody knew that Lyra Larks, as athletic as she may have been from being a Seeker for three years on the Quidditch team, was capable of holding her own against the bigger, most athletic Jesse Mariano in a wrestling spat. To be honest, nobody knew how she knew what fighting was like in the first place. Being the only child of two moderately busy parents back in London, nobody figured that she watched Muggle TV, let alone tuned it to such arbitrary things as street fighting.

Then again, nobody knew that Jesse would ever pick a fight with a girl, so there were many things going unsaid within the walls of the Common Room.

As angry as both seemed to be, with their lashing our and now rolling around on the floor, nobody seemed to be worried that they'd seriously hurt each other. Even though no one had ever seen them physically fight before, people still knew that they were very close. Almost brother and sister even, though there were a few people that claimed they secretly had a thing for each other and were just hiding it by claiming that they were just really good friends. After all, that's the most common assumption about close friends, right?

A few minutes later, there came a muffled growl and the fight ended. Both students, panting heavily, were in a rather awkward position. Lyra, at least, felt very flustered and awkward considering that she was lying flat on the floor with Jesse sitting on top of her, pinning her arms to her sides and looking very smug as he did so. He was enjoying this a bit too much for her liking, she decided. And even he seemed to be thinking about something along those same lines as he looked down at her, a cocky grin on his face even as he continued breathing heavily, trying to gulp down as much breathe as he could muster.

"I win." He said with a low laugh, and arched an eyebrow when Lyra squirmed uncomfortably underneath him. "When did you get good and punching?"

"You'd be surprised." She grunted in a rather unlady like way. Though to be honest to herself, she wasn't in a very lady like position right now. And she couldn't get out of it, she was too weak. "You getting off of me soon?"

The mischevious look in his eyes answered her question before words ever left his mouth.

"Why Ly, feeling uncomfortable?" He asked teasingly and she groaned, smacking her head on the floor from frustration.

"Yes. Ugh. Where's Rialle when you need her?"

[Tess]

Books tucked in the crook of one arm, uniform crisp and neat, hair pulled back in a sensible ponytail, Rialle Mayweather was, as usual, the picture of the perfect Ravenclaw. With soft, quiet steps she made her way through the nearly empty corridors and towards the common room.

Today had been a good day. She was on top of her homework, her Transfiguration professor had praised her work in class today and she'd even gathered up the courage to raise her hand in Potions to answer a question. She'd got a 'well done' and everything. On top of all that, she'd just popped to the library and picked up plenty of reading material on the subject of next week's Charms lesson, so she could be completely and thoroughly prepared. Things were definitely going good and Rialle felt sure that, if nothing else, she'd earned a nice, long break in the Ravenclaw common room where she could chat to her friends, relax and take it easy.

Which was probably why it came as such a shock when Rialle stepped through the entrance hole to find her best friend Lyra on her back with Jesse firmly planted on top of her with a rather large array of students watching their spat with either amusement, annoyance or a mixture of both.

"Ugh. Where's Rialle when you need her?"

Those who knew the Ravenclaw girl's name now turned their gaze upon her, still stood in the doorway, too surprised to do anything but gawp at the pair on the floor. Suddenly aware of the attention beginning to shift to herself, Rialle's pale cheeks quickly turned a rosy pink and she ducked her head in an effort to make herself small and uninteresting to her peers and therefore invisible. When, after a moment, it became clear Rialle had no plans to make the scene yet more entertaining, the attention began to drift, with most of the students going back to their essays or conversations and largely ignoring the pair still entangled on the carpet.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Rialle set her books and bag down on the nearest free armchair then moved round to where Lyra lay with Jesse on top of her, crouching down so that she was at a level where she could address both of them. Even so, she avoided meeting Jesse's eye as, despite he and Lyra having been friends for as long as she could remember, she always found it difficult speaking to boys that weren't Cain. Her warm green gaze instead fixed on Lyra's, and she spoke to her. "What happened and why are you on the floor?" she asked in a patient yet long-suffering voice. Honestly, it was like looking after a pair of troublesome five year olds sometimes.