Organised Chaos [Idris!]

[Cait Sayer]

Imprint she may be, but imprint she didn’t feel like. Sure she walked through walls and floated about a bit and had a blue-silver glow that followed her all the time, but she sure as Voldemort was evil, she didn’t feel like an imprint. To her, she was Cait, only slightly less solid that she had previously been. And slightly louder, verbally. She had never wanted to be noticed much when she was alive, but being angry with the world and having people ignore you, and literally look straight through you, you started wanting to be noticed. And if that meant talking Idris’ ear off all day, that she would do.

”I’m not a git, you arse,” she protested, frowning at him slightly, ”And if that’s what you think, I’ll get you a house-elf and they can prove to you that they are in fact more intelligent than you’ll ever be,” she nodded curtly. House-elves would be up for anything a wizard, imprint or not, asked them to do. If not, she’d just get Grey to ask them to do it and they’d have to listen surely? If they didn’t, she’d kick up a fuss and try to steal one.

”You’re the only person who gives in enough to listen,” she would have said with a grin on her face, only she scowled at him and didn’t say a word. She mimed zipping her lips and locking them, throwing the imaginary key over her shoulder. She wasn’t going to prove him right. She would last five minutes hell she would try and last ten, though much longer than that and she might go a bit insane with boredom and just leave him alone and go and find more entertainment – generally in the form of Abe.

Five seconds later and she was already bored. His smiling was a bit of a mind boggle but as soon as he turned to his desk and starting shuffling thing back into their usual order, she got bored.

She didn’t let it show by sighing like she wanted to, instead she just headed for the bookshelf. There were still a fair few books left on there and if he was going to tidy up she’d just create more mess. Distract him enough that he’d leave his desk and she could mess about with the papers even more. Really go to town on it.

She reached the book shelf, scanned the book littered shelves and smiled. If he was going to be silent, she’d make him speak. She was pretty certain it wouldn’t take a lot to have him shouting at her until he was blue in the face. That’s when she saw it, the most valued book of his collection still sitting neatly in it’s designated place.

Libri Erga Monasteriense Quod Veneficus, First Edition Copy, by Newt Scamander

One finger. One push and it was all come tumbling to the floor.

Pages would spread, dog ear as they came into sharp contact with the hard surface, Idris, in short, would go mental. Then he’d make a sound.

So she did it, she reached out her finger, placed it on the side of the book, and before concentrating too hard to actually push it, she cleared her throat. She’d give him a chance to speak first before she could declare herself winner. And if he said nothing, buh-bye first edition….

[alsa]

Idris rolled his eyes at her words – could they actually talk to each other without insulting each other any more? - and decided that it wasn't worth rising to it. She was clearly grasping at straws, and the idea of a house elf being more intelligent than he was? He knew he wasn't the smartest person on the planet (another thing he'd never admit to, out of so many) but he was safe in the knowledge that he wasn't quite that daft. This just goes to show – even teachers can be idiots sometimes. He really didn't like house elves, not one bit. He was also fairly confident that Cait wouldn't be able to get them to do anything, and hadn't considered the possibility that she could ask her ally-in-evil, Grey, to help her out. If he had, he'd be cursing the Hufflepuff duo. It would just be more evidence that all Hufflepuffs are evil.

The silence was odd and not entirely comfortable, Idris had to admit to himself. While he was able to carry on his tidying in peace, knowing that Cait was still in the room and watching him was more than a little disturbing. He could, however, continue to remain completely silent as he went about his business. He'd survived most of his life being quiet, what difference would it make now? He tidied the papers on his desk, sorting out which were already graded papers, which had yet to be marked and which were staff notes that he was deliberately ignoring. There was an owl message or two from Grey amongst the mess somewhere and by all rights Idris should have filed them away somewhere, but what was the point? The only people who ever came in here were himself and Cait, and it wasn't like she'd go and tell anyone, if she read them...

And if she did, well... It wouldn't be all that bad.

He glanced up as he heard Cait clear her throat, a completely redundant thing only done to get his attention. Rolling his eyes, he looked up and was about to enquire what she wanted when he saw what she was doing.

There were only a few things Idris considered precious. Most were kept in the locked drawer of his desk.

That book was the only thing he didn't. He'd gotten that in his sixth year, his father spending more money than was sane on the mint edition copy of the single most useful book for Magical Creature studies in the history of the career. He'd gotten the damn thing signed by Newt Scamander, for Merlin's sake, just for Idris' birthday, and Cait was threatening to push it off the shelf and onto the floor. Idris knew he probably looked a little pale at this point, and to most people it would seem a stupid thing to be concerned over, but it was the last present he'd gotten from his father. He'd never actually told anyone this, to be fair, so Cait didn't quite know what she was threatening to do there.

”You... Just... Caitlyn fucking Sayer!” he hissed, moving from behind his desk. ”I swear if you even consider pushing that off there, I'm going to kill you.” An entirely redundant comment, but to be fair he wasn't thinking entirely straight.

[OOC: Haha that made no sense -.-;; ]

[Cait Sayer]

She grinned slightly manically when he looked at her. She knew what that book was, and after fourteen years of having it, for it still to be in the condition it was, was a feat in itself. She wasn’t about to kill it if he just said something. Though a few utterances of random words before swearing her name in a vicious tone she smiled again.

”That’s my name,” she grinned, pulling her hand away from the book in question, she had never fully intended on pushing the book off the shelf. Hell, she probably wouldn’t have done it if he had ignored her. She’d have gone at them one book at a time until he pid attention, and if he still ignored her, then she would have gone for that one, ”Don’t wear it out,” she made her way back over to the desk, smiling at him constantly. She wasn’t that much of a heartless bitch, she just wanted to get a rise out of him, he made it that easy.

”You can’t kill the dead, Idris, you should know that by now,” she said, her smile bittersweet. She still refused to believe that she wasn’t her. She taunted him like there was no tomorrow, she still loved the guy, she was very much still Cait in all senses of her former being. Only just go-through-able. And slightly more annoying that her human self.

”And another thing,” she looked at the new pile on his desk, a smirk spread across her face, and she hovered her hand over the pile, leaning forwards slightly, ”I win,” a small giggle escaped her smiling lips before she concentrated on hefting the pile off the desk. The parchment littered the floor around his feet and she smiled at him once more. ”Oops,” she giggled again, this time a more evil tone to it.

She’d be long dead by now if she wasn’t already haunting him.

He threatened her with enough, no wonder people think he killed her. If they knew the truth of the situation they’d lay off of him. Nobody liked to be reminded of the image of their dead girlfriend who they found drowned in the bath. It wasn’t really something you wanted to relive on a daily basis.


[OOC - woah post of fail -.-]

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Idris didn't breathe a sigh of relief when Cait pulled away from the book – that would be giving her too much satisfaction and he'd already risen to the bait – and instead glared at her, turning back to the desk and sorting the papers again. In his chest, his heart was hammering. That was... well, it just bothered him, that was all. He wouldn't admit that the idea of Cait pushing the book of the shelf and effectively ruining the better part of fourteen years worth of work had scared him. He heard her speaking and tried to ignore it, but couldn't resist speaking when she said you can't kill the dead.

”I can bloody well try! he grumbled, slamming a pile of paper onto the desk. She floated over the desk and he didn't look at her, trying to ignore her presence, and he had just about had enough of this shit when Cait threw his neatly arranged pile of papers back into the air. He watched them float down, Cait grinning in that sweet manner of hers as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth (it wouldn't, anymore), and that was it. ”Fine, you win, happy now?” he snapped, taking a step closer, an instinctive move. Getting in her face wouldn't intimidate her, but the living couldn't help some of the things they did.

”If it's all just a fucking game to you then fine, congratulations, you've hit the jackpot. The organ grinder has successfully made the monkey dance. Look!” he growled, flinging the few papers that remained on his desk to the floor and then promptly kicked the wooden mass with some force, ignoring the throbbing pain that blossomed and the fact he'd probably broken a toe. He turned back to Cait and held a hand just above his head. ”I've had it up to fucking here with this. You think it's all fun and games, coming in here and pissing me off, don't you? Well let me tell you, it's not a fucking picnic for me! Do you know how much extra work I have to do with you around?”

Idris was in full swing now, temper taking over his mind and his mouth. All he could see was red, so to speak, and he continued, walking away from the desk and running a hand through his hair. ”You know, sometimes I wish you'd fucking well stayed dead.” With that, he flung open the door to his office and stormed out, not caring who went in there right now while he was absent. He just needed some fresh air, or maybe a good drink. Whichever helped most.

[OOC: Pissed off Idris is pissed off. Also, he is random. Also, ^ *is fail* Jen = never fail!]

[Cait Sayer]

Cait snorted, ”Try all you might, you can’t even curse me. You can’t kill me,” a smirk spread across her features as he took a step towards her. Any closer and he’d go right through her. He couldn’t do anything to her so any immediate threat was well non-existent. She took a breath in through her teeth, and grinned sarcastically, ”Ooooh, she considered looking up to the ceiling before squaring her gaze with his again, ”Very,” she couldn’t help but giggle at him. It was all rather amusing to her.

Cait was slightly confused by whatever it was he had said next, but monkey dancing she understood as he tossed a pile of papers in the air. With him shouting at her she felt like she was a student again. Or a kid having been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She had to try not to laugh in his face whilst he shouted her down. It’s not funny she said to herself looking down at the floor slightly, It’s really not funny, she looked up as he moved away from her.

He really wasn’t in a good mood with her, Oops.

”You know, sometimes I wish you'd fucking well stayed dead.”[/i] That got a reaction out of her. Her transition from near laughing in his face to her eyes glassing over with tears was a rapid one. ”Well maybe I should have! Would have been better for everybody!” she rolled her eyes as he walked off and out of his office.

She stayed stood still for a second before sniffing and wiping her cheeks. Even if they didn’t get wet, it still looked so stupid, a ghost with tear streaks. Right.

Cait walked straight threw the wall into the corridor, looked left then right and took off down the corridor after him. Nothing saying anything to him, just floating down the corridor after him. He wasn’t going to get away with it that easily. He was about to get more pissed off with her than he ever had been before. But he always forgave her and spoke to her in the end.

[alsa]

It really was all just a joke to her. That realisation hurt him quite badly, if he would ever be honest about it – the emotion simply draining away from his being and leaving him feeling hollow, almost like there hadn't been anything there in the first place. He hated feeling like that, as it made him wonder if the cruel words of students and teachers alike were true – did he have a heart? Probably not. He was only there for the torment, apparently. But who really got tormented? He was the running joke of the school, the butt end of jokes and just someone for people to gossip about when they'd run out of anything with the remotest of substance to it.

Despite her best efforts, he could see that it really was just a game. She did just find it funny. He could almost hear her mantra in her little ghostly head, mocking him as she did so. It wasn't until he'd yelled at her that she'd even responded in any way other than that of a mocking child, and he'd only caught a glimpse of her face, heard her yelling at him as he stormed out of the room. He didn't see her cry often, and it always made him feel slightly guilty so it was probably a good thing he hadn't really been able to see the tears.

He continued storming down the halls, but Cait was beside him within far too short a period of time. Fucking ghost and being able to float through walls. He completely ignored her while he continued outside to the grounds, but eventually his temper got the better of him. He didn't want her around right now, wasn't that clear enough? ”Why the fuck are you following me?!” he snapped quite harshly.

[Cait Sayer]

Cait could help but roll her eyes in glee. That had taken all of nought point two seconds for him to speak to her. So much for him ignoring her and refusing to speak to her at all. She wrapped her arms around herself to protect herself from the Autumnal winds. A smirk spread across her face and looked over towards the lake and away from Idris altogether.

Because,” she paused for a second, ”It’s fun. I’ve got bugger all else to do. You love me. It’s this or playing with first years. I’m bored. You’re fun. And oh yeah, I’ve spent the last thirteen years following you, why stop now?” she asked with a shrug and looking over at Idris fo the first time since leaving the building.

Why she was even following him out into the cold she had no idea. She very rarely ventured out into the wind and rain, and although she couldn’t get wet and the wind went straight through her, she didn’t like it. Cait would much rather spend her time in the presents of Moaning Myrtle over being cold. Then again she could be a bit of a laugh, she was more annoyed about her death than Cait was.

More vocal about it too.

”What would you be without me anyway?” she asked knowing full well that a ‘happy’ or ‘peaceful’ would most likely be coming he way. She wanted to kick him sometimes, slap him round the face for not looking his feelings straight in the face and admitting his feelings for her.