Lyanna was pretty pleased to have become prefect. It was certainly something that was going to help be a stepping stone to continuing to gain influence. Inside or outside of the school. Having a leadership position early never hurt.
She was waiting in the common room for Edgar, about to go on their first patrol for the year. Which was going to be... interesting. Lyanna didn't like him. Because she could see the impact that he was having on her best friend, and that was enough. She wasn't going to like anyone that upset her best friend. End of story.
Post by edgarhalifax on Dec 14, 2017 20:17:24 GMT -6
Edgar took his time getting ready. After an obnoxiously boring meal that followed a terrible speech by the new headmistress (at least she was a pureblood, but his parents were still disappointed in her life choices), Edgar had sauntered up to the dormitory with the other Slytherins following behind the seventh year prefects and immediately stashed himself into his room until rounds would start.
The other prefect for his year, Lyanna, was pretty, but he couldn't think of anything else redeeming about her. Not that he hated her; he didn't hate most people, just certain types of people. Lyanna got a free pass for that, being a pureblood and all. Edgar brushed his hair neatly and made sure his badge was securely on his vest before descending into the common room to meet the all-right-but-not-impressive girl, and when he saw her, he realized how most people disappointed him.
"Evening," he answered dryly, staring at the girl with a straight face. "Let's get this over with."
Lynna looked back at the boy. This was going to be tiresome. That emotion was amplified right as he spoke. “It does not quite fill me with confidence that you want this done before it begins,” she said. “You’ve got three years of prefect rounds to do.” And if she had to deal with him for all of them, it was not going to be pleasant.
Post by edgarhalifax on Feb 13, 2018 22:10:56 GMT -6
"Three years of good work to do," Edgar said in a correcting tone. "What if we catch someone out past curfew, or find rats in a classroom? We need to get there diligently."
Did he actually care? He wasn't even sure, but he knew what he said was reasonable. Sound.
"We've got a lot of homework to do." Without waiting for a response, he walked over to the exit of the Slytherin common room and into the hallway. He chose to go to the right, further into the dungeons.