Smoking Skull (Jeona's Roommates)

[jeona]

The problem with living in the tower is that when you want to have a good smoke after a difficult study session, you have to put on a jacket, go all the way down all those stairs, out the doors and look for a place where no one will see you. And then, if you want to come back and study, you would need to go back inside, go all the way back upstairs and settle in once again.

Jeona was having that very problem. She was studying for divination and it was hard. Casting bones was a very difficult subject. It was so very complex and she needed a smoke before delving back into it.

Her roommates weren't around. It was midmorning and she guessed they were off at breakfast or something but she didn't know. She never asked what their schedules were. She didn't care. She felt like she was so very different than they were.

Jeona sighed and opened the window to her room. It was by her roommate's bed so she had to be careful about this. She crossed the room and came back to the window with her favorite meerschaum. It looked like a skull and the smoke came out of the top.

She lit the pipe and puff on it a little, thinking about the dream that woke her up this morning. Again, it was a about werewolves tearing her to pieces. In her dream she was sleeping and the werewolves were able to get into the room and they yanked her off the bed. She tried to scream but her roommates didn't really care. They just told her to go back to bed as if the giant, furry, angry beasts weren't holding her down on the floor and drooling on her.

That could actually happen. Jeona had been having that very dream for a while now and her roommates were getting tired of her screaming about it, as if she could help it. At this point Jeona would happily move out even if it meant the only free room at Hogwarts was in Slytherin.

[fallensiren]

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Siren was in a terrible mood. Not unusual these days - a lot of events had occurred in her life that left her confused, irritated, and generally irascible - and now her roommate, the notoriously messy and nightmare-having Jeona was standing at the window next to Siren's bed, using Siren's window to smoke.

She was not about to tolerate this. Siren Allaway could not stand smoke. She couldn't stand messiness and she hated Divination, and she knew that once again Jeona was working on one of her stupid little projects for the subject. It was so...so...unreliable, so completely uncharacteristic of a Ravenclaw to be so obsessed with that stupid bloody subject.

Everything just seemed to be coming to a boil. And she'd wanted to target Jeona for a long, long time.

Siren's whirlwind jade-ocean-rain eyes narrowed on her target. "And just when did you think you had permission to smoke in our dorm, using my window?" she demanded, her voice rising with every word as her anger funneled out.

[jeona]

Trying not to laugh was probably the wrong way to react. Jeona couldn't help it. Siren was going to give herself an ulcer the way she tended to carry on. Jeona made a mental note to lock the door next time. She would be doing Siren a favor by sparing her to the cow she had on a regular basis.

They really should have been able to get along. Both loved their grandfathers and Jeona had recently lost hers while Siren's was sick and she was worried about him. The two Ravenclaws could have been bonding over what they had in common... and yet they just couldn't.

"Okay. Sorry." Jeona shrugged, trying very hard not to laugh. Her face did betray a small smile. "Let me take 3- no- 4 more puffs and I'll be done. Promise. Cross my heart. Swear upon mother's eyes."

[fallensiren]

Siren very nearly growled under her breath. "No," she said, flatly, storming into the room and dropping her things on her bed, though this brought her unfortunately closer to Jeona - or The Chimney, as she referred to the fifth year in her mind. What kind of fifth year student smoked like Coldbath did, anyway? It was absurd. "You will not. You will stop right now. I'll put up with your stupid Divination projects but not the smoking. Go outside or kick the habit."

What irritated her the most was that Jeona was sort of smiling, as though Siren's anger were funny. Most people paled in the face of an infuriated Siren - Jeona just seemed to let it all bounce right off her. Siren didn't appreciate this. It made her feel distinctly as though she were losing her touch. And that was doubly annoying next to a near-chain-smoker who insisted on reading bones while Siren was trying to sleep. And then having nightmares and screaming about werewolves when Siren was trying to sleep. It was bloody unbearable.

[jeona]

Jeona was finding it harder to puff while she smiled. At least smiling stopped her from chuckling which would be so much worse right now. She did continue to puff and, although it may not have seemed like it at all, her puffs were as respectful of Siren's wishes as she was willing to get. They were shorter and there were only three. If this were any other meershaum she would have been quicker still but this one was her favorite. It was hard to wrap up a smoking session with it.

She now had to sit up straight and deal with the meerschaum but she had to ditch the book for a sec. Jeona tossed it on Siren's bed and knew there's be an oncoming rant about that but Jeona needed to ash out. THAT could not be done on Siren's bed, as truly tempting as that was.

Jeona stood up at the window and started to tap out the ash when a gust of wind brought some of it into the room. Like a little black cloud, it billowed black ash and at least three tiny speckles of still burning red ash in and down onto the floor.

Jeona swore under her breath and stomped out the red ash. She was sure Siren saw it all but at least after the stomping, her carpet wasn't on fire. "Before you say anything, yes, I will clean this up. If you hadn't rushed me, this wouldn't have happened." Jeona said, giving Siren a 'talk to the hand' gesture.

[fallensiren]

"If I hadn't rushed you?"

Siren had watched, in profound irritation and half-pleasure, as the ash came swirling back into the room, ruining Jeona's little plan to have a few last puffs, clean up and forget about the incident. Siren had a long memory. She didn't forget things. Especially irritating things. And Jeona had been one big long irritation from the very beginning.

It wasn't that Siren didn't get along with people - well, she didn't, typically. But she could usually stand to be cordial to them. Living constantly with someone who was as sloppy and unorganized as Jeona was, with disgusting habits like smoking, was enough to drive anyone over the edge and into complete rage. Dignified, justified rage. Siren would have preferred a room to herself.

Deciding that it would do her no good to get any more irritated over this subject, Siren settled for a huff of indignation, then picked up the book that had been tossed on her bed and lobbed it across the room. It landed perfectly on Jeona's bed, on Jeona's messy area of the room - right where it belonged. That done, Siren dropped her messenger bag on the floor beside her bed and sat down on the comfy mattress, trying her hardest not to say anything else.

[jeona]

That was uncalled for. She didn't have to toss Jeona's book around. That book was very important to her. It was a major part of Jeona's studies. Siren was so callous sometimes. It wasn't like Jeona was purposefully trying to piss her off but that move was a bit forthright.

"I said I was going to clean this up." Jeona tried to keep her voice even. She was already crouched on the ground, doing her best to clean up with her bare hands. This situation was already tense and Siren seemed to be working to really make Jeona mad. The girl just never knew when to back off or mind her own business. "You didn't have to throw my book around. I was just about to sweep this mess up off the floor. You really should learn to not be so hostile." And get some friends, Jeona thought.

[fallensiren]

Siren heaved a sigh and tossed the girl a nearby rag. "Dampen it a little bit and it should be easier to get the stuff picked up," she said, her voice weary, and started digging through her messenger bag for some homework she could distract herself with.

She could feel the hostility radiating from Jeona, and wasn't particularly interested in the younger girls' thoughts at the moment. Because everyone thought the same thing about Siren Allaway - get a life, get some friends, stop being such a bitch. She'd read it all in their glares and whispers for years. She just knew that they had no idea how very impossible it was for her to do such a thing.

But she could be reasonable. She sure as hell wasn't going to help Jeona clean up the mess, but at least she'd made it easier for her. The random act of pseudo-kindness put Siren's conscience at ease, and it went back to its dormant slumber. Should've been in Slytherin, she thought to herself, irritated.

[jeona]

Jeona really did not appreciate being told what to do even if the suggestion and the rag tossed in her direction might have been helpful. Siren just never let up sometimes. It wasn't as if Jeona could see where Siren thought she was entitled to be this way. Not that Jeona ever understood where a boundry was and when she was stepping over it but she felt she was more deserving of a bad attitude than little miss frowny face, Siren.

She tossed the rag back at Siren and hoped to get her right in the face with it. "You know, I bought this handy dandy little thing back in Diagon Alley called a wand. If you aren't acquainted with one, sometimes they are used for things such as this. Sure, a small project but, nonetheless, something that I like to call "magic" can be applied to such a situation as this. You should try it. It's also great for removing things stuck up--" And she stopped. Maybe that alone could Siren off her back.

[fallensiren]

Siren had an enormous personal space bubble, and it was being invaded.

First by the rag, and then Jeona's taunting words - fighting words, really - and Siren felt like she was ready to snap all over again. She found her wand in her messenger bag and immediately got to her feet. "Amazingly, I'm rather well-acquainted with it," she snapped in return at the girl, because that, in Siren's mind, was what she was - a bratty little girl who couldn't clean up after herself and thought that magic solved everything. "And I doubt you've taken enough time out from all you cute little Divination projects to actually learn how to use it." She had a few well-thought-out-spells in mind, and she lifted the wand, pointing it straight at the other girl.

It won't hurt her, she thought grimly. It'll just teach her a lesson.

"Densaugeo," she called, her voice light and floating as the charm erupted straight for Jeona, with the intent of enlarging her teeth to a grotesque extent.