Unconventional Learning {Matthew}

[Marishka Chechekevitch]

Marishka Chechekevitch wasn't one for conventional learning.
Not that she wasn't smart or anything, but she disliked being tested on things that she already knew.
And, class really cut into her beauty sleep.
Which was why she was late.
And which was why she had no time to put on her usual facade of makeup, kindly sent by her mother.
And which was why she was visibly upset.

The young Slytherin pout her lower lip, confused. Why were no other students milling in the halls, gossiping to their friends, and laughing at the stupid “Celebrity Witches of the Week” in Witch Weekly?
She shoulders her tote bag, and flutters her lashes. “...Hogwarts frowns upon tardiness, I presume.”
“Hello?” She calls. The youngest Chechekevitch sister didn't really have any intent on attending class, as first year charms was, as her eldest sister, Ilka put it “totally lame”.

But from what else she had heard, Prefects (“people who spoiled other people's fun”, as Hajna so delightfully put it), trolled the halls, just waiting for an innocent little girl such as Marishka to waltz through the halls, late to class. It wasn't as if she honestly cared if she got caught, since her father would bribe the headmaster (or mistress, if something were to happen) with countless riches to put his youngest daughter through school.

Marishka shrugs her small shoulders, and swings her tote behind her, clicking heels carrying her down the hallway.

[Matthew Garrow]

Yep, he was late. He had enough good grades to pass the yeear, so he didn't need to care about school anymore. Or at least not as much. Matthew knew his father would be mad if Matt couldnt give him an update on class, so he had to go at some point. Still, being late was fine with him now. “...Hogwarts frowns upon tardiness, I presume.” He heard someone mutter.  He had good ears, and that came in handy most of the time. “Hello?” Was the next thing he heard. Matthew looked up only to hea the slight clicking on heals. Most people would think it to be a prefect or teacher, but Matthew knew better.

A teacher would not call hello down the hall, it wwouldn't be very mature of them. And a Prefect wouldn't wear heels. They were almost against the dress code and prefects would want that happening.

So Matthew just smirked and leaned against the wall into the shadows as a younger Slytherin girl walked up. "Why hello there." He called to her. Almost laughing as he tried to stay out of anyone's way.

[Marishka Chechekevitch]

"Why hello there."
Marishka slumps her shoulders, and sighs, exasperated. Obviously, she'd been caught. She should have listened to her sisters, and just gone to class. She waited for the "Miss Chechekevitch" that usually followed her admonishments, ("Smoking causes cancer, Miss Chechekevitch.", "Please refrain from such aggressive flirtation, Miss Chechekevitch.", etc., etc.) but it never came.

"Hello." She says hotly, drawing out the word as if it were a question.
Who is this stranger?
Is he going to do me bodily harm?
Why is he hanging in the hallways?
Is he a hooligan with quite possibly a couple of criminal offenses?

She decided that she honestly didn't care, and advanced toward him.

[Matthew Garrow]

Matthew had just been minding his own buisness, but then his annoying nature came in. Why did he have to bu innocent people on a regular bases? Not even he could answer that question. "Hello." The girl said. She must think he's was some prefect or something. Matthew almost laughed at the thought, like that'd ever happen.

The girl took a step towards him and Matthew almost held up a hand to stop her. But then he remembered his promise to Anubis and didn't. "I believe I just said that." He remarces, definetly snooty. Yes indeed.This girls probably thought he was some idiot with one heck of a criminal record. But theb again, if she thiught that, she wasn't that far of course.

[Marishka Chechekevitch]

"I believe I just said that."
Ooh, I'm shaking in my stilettos, sweetheart.
Marishka runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and raises both eyebrows. She examines herself in her compact mirror, considering which way to continue the conversation.

She could (a) bat her eyelashes, angle her body towards him, and ask him on a date, or (b) be her usual awful self and see where this went.
“Such a sharp tongue! Tsk, tsk, lover.” The young woman pauses, and sets her tote bag on the ground besides her. “Now, tell me. Whats a charming gentleman like yourself doing in a place like this?”

[Matthew Garrow]

“Such a sharp tongue! Tsk, tsk, lover.” The girl said, he wasn't sure where this was going, but Matt knew something was coming. The girl dropped her bag on the floor. “Now, tell me. Whats a charming gentleman like yourself doing in a place like this?" She asked, Natthew gave her a smirk. He didn't know what to think about her, not yet. "Isnt it obvious?" He replied, raising an eyebrow. But when no reply came, je continued. "I'm skipping class."