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Since having found out there's going to be an explorer's club as well as some help regarding his charms work in the future, Tyler's gotten to be pretty relaxed and happy. He's got a few friends, who for today, aren't with him in the hallway right now, as he heads up to the library to look up more things on charms to try and at least PASS that class.

That's why, jogging up the passage towards the library, he's woefully unprepared for the group of Slytherin fourth years, just coming OUT of the library. It's why he freezes upon seeing Charles Brigman, the fourth year he ended up getting caught for filching, just as the bigger, meaner boy catches sight of him, and then runs.

"buggerbuggerbugger."

He is no match for Brigman with a wand, and while he's Gryffindor, he is not a bloody minded fool.

"EAT SLUGS YOU LITTLE SQUIB!"

"BUGGER!"

He's not going to dodge the next blast, so there's a first year, running for all he's worth down the passageway.

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Kate had sitting in one of the recessed window ledges doing her nails (yes with charms so what?) and enjoying a nice moment of peace. Of course it couldn't last right?

When heard the first yells she poked her head out and quickly took stock of the situation.

"Hey! Do you really need to do that?" She yells out from her new perch on the windows edge, ready to jump down and get into business if need be.

"That little squib got me banned from every shop in Hogsmeade!" Brigman shouts as he and his two cronies come up towards the window, Tyler having sped right past and under it at the top speed his legs could muster.

Tyler's...not exactly keen on telling the professors about his troubles with Charles, but it would be nice not to have to duck slug bombs.

Kate makes a face. "Nasty word that. How'd a first year manage to do that to a big, strong forth year?"

Yeah, there's a lot of sarcasm in her voice as she jumps down before they can trap her in the window. She also gestures with her wand as if talking with it.

"If you don't want to talk to them, I can tell some of the older students to keep an eye out for Brigman,"

Will knows how it is when you don't want to draw more attention to yourself.

"...that'd be great, thank you." Tyler smiles a little, relieved. Brigman IS afraid of upperclassmen to a degree.

Not so much of the Hufflepuffs, but wary enough of the rest.

"I'm glad to help and let me know if you can think of anything else I can do. You know that you can talk to Dinah too? She really wants to be a good Head Girl,"

His smile's good to see and Will smiles back as the librarian comes towards them with a frown,

"But I should start my own research. I'll be at one of the main tables if you need me."

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"Little mutt snitched on me on the train."

And then the lady who ran that concessions cart made certain that Brigman got hexed pretty well.

He can't enter a single shop without the doors screaming 'theif' at him.

"That's cause you were stealing from the snack cart lady!"

"I'll talk to her next time I see her, I better find the books on wandmaking now...thanks again."

With that, and one last glare from the Librarian, Tyler's off searching through the stacks for his subject matter.

"Let me get this straight. Your stupid enough to steal food from the concessions cart, then do it badly enough that you get seen and it's his fault?"

She continues to gesture with her wand as she speaks as if using it to punctuate her words. What's actually happening is that the laces of all three Slytherins are beginning to tie themselves together, the right to the left. It might be noticed, or not.

The three Slytherin fourth years sneer at Kane's response to this, and one of them begins the raising of a want to 'teach someone a lesson'.

"...it wasn't snack cakes."

...They might not have noticed, but...well, when your parents handle strange twitchy things that tend to be very nasty, small snakey movements are high up on your early-learned danger signs.

The corridor outside the library intersects (On Thursdays) with another corridore that happens to lie on the most direct route between the herbology greenhouses and the Slytherin common room.

And it just so happens that Melaka Fray, who has a habit of making bets with the seventh years about what she can or can't steal from the Professors, has just had a narrow escape in the Herbology greenhouses and wants to put as big a distance between them and herself as quickly as possible.

Usually she has pretty good spatial awarenesws. Today she is sprinting all out down that corridor.

Naturally, the resultig collision is spectacular.

"Whough!"

It would be almost comical, the way Tyler blindly and fully runs into the larger student at full speed. If it weren't for the little fact that he's been chased by larger students, and has just lost what ground he gained in the collision.

A gasped 'Sorry!" is the best he can manage as he tries to untangle himself from Mel before Brigman gets his first shot of 'eat slugs' off.

Mel isn't that much bigger than Tyler himself. She's certaily pretty small for a fourteen year old, and is knocked to the floor, where they skid for a few feet under combined momentum.

Small, but quick, strong, and very angry. She pushes the kid off herself, and then gives him a more violent shove, hard away from her, just as the blast of the curse shoots between them and is lost in the air.

"Hey!" she snaps, roudning on her classmates. "What's the big idea? That almost hit me!"

"Then stand out of the way!" Charles snaps back at her, readying another volley of the curse. "He's mine!"

Tyler meanwhile, would like very much not to spend the rest of the day in the infirmary barfing, so it's an attempt to get up and run like buggery again for the rest of the corridor, away from the Slytherin commons room.

And yet, somehow, Mel doesn't stand out of the way. In fact, she stands up, directly between Charles and the scarpering first year, chin out and stubborn.

"What's the matter, Charlie? Finally found someone you weren't scared of?"

There are three of them and one of her. They have wands and she hasn't bothered drawing hers.

And yet, soon it's likely to be just Brigman, because his friends - finally proving themselves faster learners after only three years, start backing away slowly.

"He's going to pay!" Charles shouts back still angry and defiant, though the bluster is rapidly draining out of him as his friends back off. "Where're you two going??"

"Get out of the way, that stupid squib has earned every slug he's going to be vomiting up!"

Slytherin's Beater rolls her eyes and casually folds her arms lightly in front of her chest. But she doesn't get out of the way.

"What'd he do? Use a big word you didn't understand? Try the Groundskeeper's Manticore. I bet she's closer to your intelligence level."

She doesn't look over her shoulder, but she hopes the little squirt had the sense to keep running.

...dude, he's pulled of a good disappearing act at any rate, because as Charles tries to shove his way around Mel, there isn't a sneakered sign of the first year anywhere in the corridor.

"Damn it Fray, mind your own goddamn business and go steal something from Aquam!" Charles snarls.

Trying to push past her wasn't a good idea, because when he does that, she grabs his wrist, just above his wand hand.

She's smaller and him, and a girl, but she has a grip like iron.

"Get out of my face, Charlie," she says.

Which, y'know, would be easier if she wasn't grabbing him right now.

"Come on Charles, there'll be another chance to get him later..." One of his friends call from further back the way they came form.

As for the bully..well..Charles is hissing at the grip she's got on his wrist before he drops his wand. He'll leave, but that doesn't mean that this is over with.

No, it isn't over. But Mel's had her eye on him for years, and she's itching for an excuse to snap that wand.

"I catch you picking on the firsties again, Charlie boy, I'm gonna use you for bludger practice."

She scowls right in his face, and yanks her hand to give him a nasty twist on that wrist, then kicks his wand down toeards his mates before letting go. "Go to the infirmary. No way any of you morons can do a decent spell."

"...watch yourself Fray." Charles mutters, holding his wrist with a hiss before he runs back to join his two friends and make their hasty exit for the hallway that will lead to the infirmary today.

...With those three idiots gone, she can probably hear the very soft scrape of sneakers on stone overhead. And a shield on the wall that is just slightly askew.

She can and does, and glances up, first at the shield then further up to the sound.

"You coming down or do I have t'come up?"

Tyler's head peers out of the shadows just above the shield and towards where he last heard Brigman mouthing off...

"..coming down in a moment."

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