After classes [open!]

[Saint Pitiful]

Putting his arms into a black zip up jacket, Saint looked out of the small window that hung on his wall in the Ravenclaw dorm. It was midday and he has just finished his last class. Coming into the dorm he has changed out of his school clothes and put on some girl jeans and a black shirt. Slipping his feet into his black and white checkered Vans, Saint took on last look at himself in the dresser mirror. Walking out of the dorm and down the spiral stair case, he walked into an empty common room. Guessing that most had gone to dinner already. Saint mostly didn't eat dinner, if he did get hunger he could find a small snack later.

Leaving the common room he started up to the clock tower. He hadn't been there in a long while, but he loved it there. It was the perfect place to go and look out at the grounds. Mostly when the sun was about to go down and the golden colors of the sun would make the world look like something you would see in an art show. Once he got there, a smile came to his face as he looked out at the sky. Sometimes he wish someone would join him there, just to have someone to talk to. Sitting down on the floor of the tower, Saint watched the ground. The feeling around him very peaceful.

[Alex Cross]

The funny thing about peaceful feelings was that they tended not to last very long...especially when someone like Alex cross happened to step into them. Now Alex wasn't really the type who went around pissed at the world, just looking for somebody to tear apart, but when opportunity presented itself, just like it did with Pitiful here...well...he didn't let it slip by him. Keeping others in their place, or making sure they found it was a minor hobby I guess you could say for Alex and while he didn't know Pitiful, the boy's look alone was enough to formulate guesses as to what type of person he was.

Alex had finished classes for the day and instead of going back to the Slytherin dorms to change, he had opted to just modify his attire. Gone was the vest and tie, leaving only a white dress shirt and black slacks with robes. Granted this wasn't Alex's first choice of relaxing attire, but it would do for the moment and it was certainly more fitting than the get up Pitiful was wearing. In fact, Alex couldn't help but just stand there, his head turned to the side a bit and his brow furrowed as he tried his best to figure out if those where girl's jeans the supposed boy was wearing. It was bad enough that self righteous misguided idiots with hero complexes were running about the school, but now, Alex had to deal with gender confused twits as well.

"Please tell me you lost a bet," he said rather loudly, to get the boy's attention. Alex took a breath and slowly shook his head as he tried to figure out the situation here. He crossed his arms, the slightly confused look on his face still there. Sure, he knew some guys who were kind of girlie, but come on....none of them wore women's clothes.....it just wasn't........right.

[Saint Pitiful]

Saint's eyes looking out at the grounds still his mind not at the school, more like in a world of it's own. He was soon pulled out of his world when he heard a voice. Looking away from the school grounds, his eyes met the face of another guy. From the looks of his he looked to be about the same age as Saint. He might have seen him now and then around the school, but wasn't sure. Saint did see a lot of different people each day.

Still listening to the guys word that hit him like a brick, Saint tried to put on a laugh. He knew the guy was talking about his jeans. Yes, he had had many people give him a weird look about his jeans. But none never would say anything to him about them. Of course not all guys wore girl jeans, but Saint had always loved them and would wear them now and then. Yes. He did have guys pants, but he was different than others and liked to show it. "Well. Not really. I just felt I could pull them off." He did hate how people would look at him weird from the way he dress, but he was pretty used to it. Almost every scene kid got used to the weird looks.

[Alex Cross]

The boy was too soft spoken to be of any good, or at least any good for Alex. The soft and meek were reserved for the weak and while Alex liked soft things, Saint was no where near that shelf. In Alex's eyes, men were men and women were women and there was no mixing of the two in any way. Now of course, he wasn't all tough and macho with no sort of brain what so ever, but there was just a level which you didn't let yourself fall past, as Saint clearly had.

"Well pull 'em off in your own time pal," he said arching both eyebrows and putting his hands up in a stopping motion. "I'm not into fairies and rainbows," he said, slipping his hands into his robe pockets as he took a few steps forward, sizing Saint up and trying to get a good read on him. Alex didn't recognize the face right away and the voice was lost on him as well. The boy looked about his age and for reasons already mentioned, Alex knew Saint wasn't part of Slytherin House. Gryffindor seemed a loss on this one as well and while the boy had Hufflepuff written all over him (you know, nothing but useless leftovers), Ravenclaw was still a very real option. The Ravenclaw bunch were smart, sharp as tacks, but they did have some weirdos there, a curse perhaps. Crazy and intelligence often went hand in hand, but hey....it was all still up in the air at the moment.

"Your not," Alex began as he quickly looked over his shoulder as if looking for someone, "...um..meeting your boyfriend up here or anything are you," he quickly asked, smiling a bit nervously as if he had just stepped into a very awkward situation, "Because if you are, then I can promise you I've got somewhere else to be," he added, his gaze turning back around and his smile becoming somewhat more...devious now. Alex wasn't usually one to outright insult somebody....well...unless they had it coming or else he was just bored, but he was one to poke and prod at others in order to get a rise out of them.

[Saint Pitiful]

Saint felt the smile on his face soon slip away when he heard the guy tell him to pull off his pants look in his own time. Feeling that wearing what he wanted to wear never hurt any body. So why was this guy caring so much about it. Seriously. From the sound in his voice of not liking his pants and making Saint feel pretty crappy, he could tell this boy was in Slytherin. Feeling like wanting to get up and walk away from the Slytherin, Saint soon heard him start to speak again.

The words that came from his mouth hit Saint hard, sending him to his feet. Boyfriend?! Saint had never been asked this before. One thing him never seeing guys that way in life. "Well. It must be pick on the different kid today." Crossing his arms over his chest, Saint had a look of anger in his eyes. "Number one, how would you like it if I picked on you cause you were different? Just because I dress a little out of the box doesn't mean I am gay." Saint felt his cheeks growing red and his heart beating hard in his ears. "I'm sorry I'm not like everyone else. But wouldn't the world just be boring if we all looked alike?" Saint didn't want to pick a fight with him, he hated fights and would try to stay out of them. But it if happened, Saint wouldn't back down.

[Alex Cross]

Well, apparently Alex had struck a chord somewhere with Saint as the boy(?) was up on his feet now. The sullen little look on his face and the way he crossed his arms over his chest brought a little smile from Alex's direction. This must have been Saint's 'mad' face and as fearsome as it all was, Alex managed to keep himself together....despite the mountains of laughter wanting to erupt from underneath that cool smile and demeanor. I mean really, did Saint really think he was going to be that intimidating dressed like he was, or that he might actually get his boring little point across? As far as Alex was concerned, this little puppy dog wasn't worth his weight in crap and as such, anything he thought or said was worth about as much.

Letting his head rock back a bit and his eyes drift up to the ceiling, Alex feigned a look of disinterest. If Saint wanted a standoff or wanted to play a game of who had the biggest set, then he was about to find out that Alex was the wrong one to challenge. When you didn't have a conscience and cared nothing for your mates, then it was pretty hard to move or motivate you otherwise. Of course, Alex did have one with whom he actually showed some emotion, and while Saint may have been breath taking to his boyfriend, he really wasn't Alex's type.

The little 'out of the box' statement made Alex laugh despite his attempt to appear uninterested in what Saint had to say. Heck, Saint was beyond 'out of the box' he was just plain 'out'. "Come on," Alex finally erupted with a smile as he nodded to Saint, "Your so deep in the closet your finding Christmas presents," he said, looking the boy over one more time, "And as sexy as we might all be if we looked like me, I'm afraid this," he said holding his arms out to present himself, "is one of a kind," he finished, giving Saint a wink.

[Saint Pitiful]

Standing on his feet now facing the guy, Saint could see he was small then him. Saint was quit thin and was shorter then the guy that stood in front him. Knowing if he did end of getting in a fight, Saint would get very hurt. But the rude comments he was getting from Alex wasn't something he liked. Yes, anyone that didn't find them self to be gay hated when someone would think they were.

Hearing the guy tell him he was more in the closet, Saint bit his lip and glared his eyes out him. He couldn't believe this, he wanted to scream, but held it in. His eyes soon looked away from the guy and looked up at the dark sky. As much as he hated to think it, Saint was praying for a full moon now. This of course was something Saint never wanted. He hated himself when he was in the wolf-like body, but this moment, he wanted it really bad now. Seeing the moon wasn't full yet, but any day now it would be.

His eyes soon looked away from the sky back at the guy, who did he think he was? Someone that found himself the most amazing person in the world. It made Saint sick. "You think your so great don't you? The best look person that ever walked this earth. But your just like me and everyone else in the world, normal and human." Saint knew this was a lie, he himself not really being normal or even human. But he hated ever telling himself the truth about being werewolf.

[Alex Cross]

Confrontation, oh how sweet it all tasted. Alex thrived on times like this, moment when he could show his dominance, not to mention just how calm and collected he could be while the other person fought to keep up. If pride had a face, it would be Alex Cross, arrogant as the devil himself and almost as beautiful. Alex knew he looked good, heck, he worked hard at keeping a body like his and well, as far as his general looks went, well...he came from the best wizarding stock around. All this coupled together to make quite a competent and very aggravating wizard, one which had crossed more than person here at Hogwarts.

The arrogant and proud little smirk which Alex was oh so famous for made its appearance as Saint began another round of ranting. A shrug of the shoulders at the remark about being narcissistic showed just how little stock Alex was putting into the words Saint was spewing forth. Someone of a lesser degree might find Saint's perspective altering, but not Alex, not when he had argued with far worse and quite superior. Growing up in the Cross family was a struggle for dominance, something his father made sure of, and since the first meeting with Natalie Bane, Alex had known what a true obstacle was. Saint was nothing more than play time for Alex, a pretty little toy to pass the time with until something more worth while came into his field of perspective.

The term normal was perhaps the catch word which spurred Alex into his next move. "Normal?," he asked, crossing his arms, giving Saint a more serious look, furrowing his eyebrows in the process, "Tell me circus boy, what's normal about you?," he asked, narrowing his eyes, "Because the last time I checked, there isn't any guys around here sporting their little sisters jeans," he finished, straightening his posture and squaring his shoulders, a bit of an unconscious act of intimidation.

[Saint Pitiful]

Saint felt sick. The feeling he was feeling from the nasty comments he got from the guy that stood in front of him made him want to pop. Like everyone that has walked the earth, Saint didn't like to be picked on, much worse when you tried to make a point and the picking didn't stop. He looked back up at the sky and bit his lip. He prayed for the full moon, prayed for the monster that took over his body. Wanting this moment to stop.

Half of him said to just walk away and forget about the guys rude comments to him about his clothes and the way he looked. But he didn't want to back down. Making himself look like he couldn't stand up for himself. But once he heard the next comment about not being normal, Saint felt his face growing warm with anger again. He did try hard in life to be normal, to be like everyone else, to act human. But Saint couldn't take what he was hearing and wanted this to stop.

Without even giving a second thought to it, Saint pushed his hand into Alex's chest and pushed him into the walls of the clock tower. "Take it back!" Saint screamed out. His eyes were burning with anger. He tried to hold himself back from hitting the guy, but his hand soon did ball up into fist. Not even trying to stop himself, Saint felt a growl slip passed his lips, he felt the feeling of anger rushing thought his body.

[Alex Cross]

Saint might have been bright were he came from but the actions which followed right now dictated otherwise. Alex was physically larger and far more violent when it all came down to it in the end. It was nothing to hurt or crush others, it was a talent he excelled in and one he loved doing. All that sort of act required was a catalyst to set it all into motion and Saint had catalyst written all over him. From here on out, Saint would be the target of Alex's aggression and hate....that is, until either the boy was crushed under foot or no longer around to torment.

Letting out a breath of air as he hit the wall, Alex shook off the brief moment of pain and pushed back hard against Saint. If the little dog wanted to play rough, then Alex would be more than happy to teach him the rules of the game and show him just how it was all done. Moving Saint about would be easy for someone such as Alex, but seeing how things were escalating to the point of extreme physical violence, Alex would hold back just a bit, prolonging the fun of it all. The low growl which escaped from Saint's lips didn't go unnoticed and in a sort of weired way, Alex returned it. He had no idea of what he was messing with and while werewolves were threatening, Alex wouldn't back down from fear. Right now, all Alex knew was that he was about to throw down with just another jerk in the ranks of the huddled masses.

"You want me to take it back?," Alex asked, drawing his wand, his jaws clenching together and the vein his neck popping up very visibly, "Show me your worth it," he said, challenging Saint to a duel of sorts. Alex wasn't sure if the boy would step up to the challenge and play ball with the big boys, but he was ready none the less. Alex wasn't the best duelist in Hogwarts, but he made up with that by not playing by the rules. Sure, it might have been dishonest by the standards of others, but when in a fight, all things were up for grabs, it was how winners became what they were.

[Saint Pitiful]

Saint felt anger burning in his eyes as he looked at Alex and watched him draw out his wand. This kinda made Saint somewhat nerves. He wasn't the best when it came to dueling. Putting his hands in the pockets of his black jacket, he froze. Pulling what he had in his pockets out, a cigarette carton and a balled up paper, Saint cures at himself. He knew he had to have his wand on him, he never left the dorm without it. His hands soon when to the back pockets of his jeans, he soon pulling it out.

Soon the feeling of being angry about this left Saint's mind, mostly cause he was really scared about dueling. Not that he was afraid that he would lose, but he was never good at dueling. The thought of running away came back to his mind. But what would he be thought of if he ran, a chicken? Saint guessed he would have to stand and fight. He didn't think anyone should put up with someone that just wanted to pick on you for the fun of it. And Saint wanted it to stop. He didn't know if he should make the first move, mostly becoming brain dead on what the move should be. He didn't wanted to be something that could hurt Alex too bad. Saint really hated the idea of fighting, but he felt like now was too late to back down.

[Alex Cross]

Alex waited for Saint to draw his wand, after all, he needed proof that Saint was armed if one of the Professors or prefects poked their head up here. Attacking an unarmed wizard would get you a worse detention than just say plain dueling and while it wasn't beyond Alex to do something so despicable, he wasn't that foolish. He couldn't help but snicker as Saint fumbled about his pockets for his wand, pulling out everything but what he really needed. Cigarettes were appalling and Alex had thought he smelt the disgusting stench of them, but if Saint wanted to poison himself with them, more power to him. Right now, more important matters were at hand and were begging to be dealt with.

Giving a huff at the eventually production of Saint's wand, Alex eyed Saint very carefully. It looked as if his opponent was all bark and no bite and really had no clue as to what he was doing with a wand. Normally this would be a good thing, but if Saint couldn't offer up a minimal challenge, then it really was a waste of time. Mercy wasn't in Alex's vocabulary...well, it was but it was right next to weakness, something which he never showed anyone. However, in Saint's case, he would opt for a bit of a postponement of their duel. What good would it actually do Alex's reputation if he beat an incompetent school mate? He would just be labeled a coward and while he had been called that before there never had been any real proof to back it up.

"You really are that pathetic aren't you?," he said, keeping his wand relaxed and at his side. Perhaps a bit more of goading was in order for Saint to actually conjure up a brain cell or two and hopefully cast a decent spell. Of course, if Saint couldn't, then he would be opening a door of a lifetime of torment and harassment by Alex Cross and eventually be degraded enough that he would be Alex's little lackey.

[Saint Pitiful]

Saint twisted his wand between his fingers, this was making him really sound lame. He wanted to back down from the fight, but he knew he would have it coming for him. Knowing that in any other time he would happen to see Alex, he was going to be the one that would always be picked on. He couldn't back down. Saint had to prove to this guy that he was not a wimp and could take a fight.

His eyes looked hard at Alex as he bit his lip, a idea of what he could throw at him first came to mind. Pointing his wand again at Alex he mumbled something under his breath as a small blue glow shot from his wand, aimed for Alex. Saint hopped the spell to knock Alex off balance and maybe having him fall wouldn't be too simple. He knew it wasn't the best spell, but it was a start for now. If Alex sent him one more worse back, he would get an idea of what kind of fight this was. He didn't want to hurt Alex too much, just hurt him to know not to mess with him like that.

[Alex Cross]

Perhaps if Alex had spent more time paying attention to what was going on and less time running his mouth, he might have been able to deflect Saint's spell, but in the long run it would serve as a very humiliating lesson. Getting dropped by someone like Saint would piss Alex off even more and then realizing it was his own fault would drive that anger a bit further. This would ride with Alex for a long while, perhaps forever and unlike some who could just let it all go and chalk it up to a life lesson, Alex would not be able to that.

The spell didn't hit all that hard but it made Alex stumble none the less and he fell to one knee, off balance. He gripped his want tightly and sprang to his feet, firing off a spell of his own. The spell of choice this round would be the conjunctivitis curse and if successful, it would make Saint's eyes crust over and become very painful, rendering him rather blind for the moment and leaving him wide open for another round of who knew what.

Normally Alex would have responded with something a bit more dangerous and far more painful, but Saint wasn't ready for that level, at least not yet and while Alex could have ended it all rather quickly, he didn't want to let Saint know just what spells he was capable of pulling off and just who many held in his arsenal.

[Saint Pitiful]

Seeing his first spell he had hit at Alex had made him stumble some and knock him off balance for a second. It didn't seem to really bother him too much as Alex got back to his feet and sent a spell off Saint's way. Saint was hopping for something not too harmful, he ever thought of moving from the spell. But didn't get away from it soon, as he was somewhat shocked Alex would send one to him to soon.

The spell that hit him sent Saint to close his eyes and feel a very painful feeling around his eyes. Suddenly his eyes crusted over and it hurt to even open them. He felt like he had gone blind for a second as he tried to whip the crust out of his eyes, but it hurt to even touch them. He could see from this spell that Alex had some powerfully spell up his sleeve. Saint didn't know how he was going to do in this round.