Jealousy. Nobody Wins When They're Full Of Envy.

[Viola Quirke]

<sup>The broom cupboards were moldy and dirty and full of bacteria’s that shouldn’t exist in the first place. Why was it that this half-blood girl liked playing and roaming in the filth and dust? There were various types of lingering around. Hanging from the ceiling and holding themselves up against the wall. Every now and then the seventeen year-old would come up off of the floor from picking up the older design of brooms and let herself have a breath of air. Not fresh, but the air was air none the less. Besides, the air lower to the ground was being occupied more with bunnies made from some sort of disease. At least that was what the Gryffindor thought.

“Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. It’s such an evil thing.”

Now I shall name the brunette Viola. Viola had already gotten the idea quite some time ago to go ahead and get the older brooms and set them on fire in the middle of the Qudditch field and watch the flame go until it was bursting with hot embers and flying sparks every which way. On the other hand she had already considered that the Captain of her team would get really mad, and she knew how Jordan was and kick her off the team for being.

Insane?

“Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. It’s such an evil thing to watch someone have.”

By now Viola was regretting the outfit she had decided to wear on her expedition around parts unknown. A pair of white, green, and orange board shorts covered her bottom half. Assist was need on her chest half, a green t-shirt covered by an orange tank top, and a white cropped hoodie zipped up halfway. Viola was not really the type of girl who had what the people called “style” Her white and black checkered slip on Vans helped her moved from each space that was vacant.

The Gryffindor took her hanging hair off of her shoulders and quickly tied it into a bun with her orange and green striped piece of ribbon that seemed to run all the way to her waist. Which was strange seeing as she had tied it around her bun at least several times, her hands working in circles for what was almost five minutes or at least that’s what it felt like. Seeing as Viola rarely wore her hair in a bun this could have meant that she meant business.

“Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. Nobody wins when they’re full of envy.”

As soon as she was done with her fixing of her mane she turned left and took a step. Her emerald eyes never did watch were she was going ever in her life. At the next moment after her step she fell over into a pile of the hay and sticks that they put at the end of brooms.

“Ack!”

Her voice had turned from melancholy to painful. “Don’t people learn to throw things away?” Well, the place was looking a little battered. It almost looked as if no one had been there in the longest amount of time. Viola stayed in her place for quite some time not wanting to get up from the tragic fall.</sup>

[Nate Longbottom]

Nathan Longbottom, the 17-year-old Chasing Extraordinaire, was currently running, and laughing, towards the Broom Cupboard. It seemed like the perfect place to hide. And why was he hiding? Funny question. The only explanation you need is that he is a Marauder. So what if he was prefect, too? He was a Marauder, most importantly.

His converse-clad feet carried him swiftly away from the scene of the crime, and closer and closer to his sanctuary. He was only a few feet away when he heard a large boom from the distance and similarly a loud noise from the Broom Cupboard.

This made Nate curious, but not curious enough to find a new hiding spot. If there was a Death Eater in there, killing some poor first year, then they would have to move over. He loved playing tricks, but not the getting in trouble part. He was a prefect, after all.

Grinning like mad, really hoping he wouldn't really find a DE in there, he entered the cupboard, and, not noticing there was a girl lying on the ground, took a step in, firmly shutting the door, and tripped over her.

Nate let out a long sigh, not because his clothes were now covered in dust and dirt, nor because he was lying across a fellow Gryffindor, no, he sighed because he was safe. Nobody would look for him in a dirty broom cupboard.

"Hello, Vi," he told the girl, sitting up. He attempted to get some of the dirt off of his long sleeve grey shirt and baggy blue jeans, but it didn't really do anything.

Nateypoo shrugged and leaned back against the door, still grinning. "Whatchu doing here?"

[Viola Quirke]

“Nate.” She said his name quick and with not as much enthusiasm as a girl usually had when she saw the amazing Nathan Longbottom.

“Um, Nate no offense or anything but you are smashing my large intestine.” The girl attempted to flip over, but she still had half of the boy on her lower half.

“I was looking around. Making my own adventure so to say, or looking for some kind of debris to set on fire.” The seventeen year old took her wand from behind her ear, flipped it between her fingers and murmured a few words out of her Bing cherry lip glossed lips.

The words that she spoke caused the wand’s tip to enflame and she chuckled more or less to herself pointing it in the direction of her fellow team mate.

“It seems pretty reasonable to me, but what I would like to know what a boy like you, so pure and lovable be doing here in a place so dirty and filthy?”

Nathan was very touch you and loves you kind of person, while Viola on the other hand was “I’ll kick your ass if you keep on talking.” Total opposites so to say, but I guess that was what made them friends on the other hand he was also on the team of broomstick flying known as Quidditch.

Viola turned a top of the male as if she was playing an old fashion game of wrestling more remembered to the muggle characters that she knew, shifted her head in the direction of the window on the right and quickly got off.

“Do explain your antics.” Standing in a tight position and folded her arms before her.