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[TRISTAN PIXIE LLOYD]

Chocolate.

Even if it was the worst thing in the world or so his mother told Kat, he really wanted it and he was going to get it. After all, there was nothing that the elves in the kitchens wouldn't give you these days. Actually, it seemed that Tristan spent most of his days in the kitchens since he would always be too late for dinner. Sometimes, he didn't even bother showing up in the Great Hall and would go directly to the Kitchens. The elves were all very nice, indeed. He couldn't say anything about that, much to his dislike. It didn't matter though, as long as he got his chocolate.

Lessons had ended a little over an hour ago; Tristan had been the last one to leave which surprised people. However, he had concluded that getting stuck in the crowds of people in the hallways wouldn't be a very good idea, so he had waited for a few minutes before leaving. He had gone to the Slytherin Common Room, change his clothes and made his way over to the kitchens - completely ignoring the fact that he had homework to do. At the thought, he shrugged. It didn't matter.

Walking inside the kitchen, Tristan nodded politely at the elf. "Chocolate, yez?" He raised an eyebrow and the elf nodded, wandering off quickly to get the student his request. Smirking, the boy placed his hands behind his head as he walked over to sit down near the kitchen counter. Lately, things had been pretty quiet, he realized. Maybe because he hadn't pulled any pranks since the beginning of the year. Crossing his arms over his chest, he balanced in his chair as he was lost in his thoughts. What to do next? After all, he had to something. People were starting to get suspicious - that Tristan Lloyd would change his ways. Letting out a laugh, the boy shook is head as he sat properly and beamed at the chocolate. "Thankz." He told the elf in his german accent. Then the elf was gone.

He took a bite of his chocolate as his eyes scanned the kitchens then he realized that he was all alone. In a huge kitchen. Full of food. What to do?

[REAGAN VICTORIA GREYBACK]

Lately Reagan had been getting a lot of stick from her siblings, for many reasons but it didn't seem to bother her. Of course she knew she was different and the majority of the time it was aimed at her very noticeable Scottish accent, she couldn't do much about it, she had grown up with it during the time she was living with her mother and she actually hoped it wouldn't fade but it probably would in time. For the past hour Reagan had been sat next to her brother in charms and it annoyed her greatly. One, charms wasn't her greatest subject and two, her brother enjoyed annoying her. He happened to find it great fun, however, Reagan hated it. Although this lesson he wasn't as annoying but being sat in the same lesson as her two brothers wasn't the funniest thing to do in the afternoon.

Thankfully the class got dismissed and Reagan lingered within the classroom for a bit, being slow and deliberate while getting her belongings together before leaving the hot classroom. Making her way to the common room, she decided she'd get change then pop to the kitchens for a light snack. Nodding to herself she made her way into the common room and got changed into a pair of black leggings, a long white top with her favorite pair of gray uggs and a few accessories. Leaving the common room she made her way to the kitchen thinking about what she could possibly eat. Right now she was in the mood for a sandwich, seeing as she was quite fond of them.

Walking into the kitchen she noticed she wasn't the only person in the mood for a snack, she took a good look at the person and noticed it was Tristan. Taking in his appearance she smiled, "Tristan." Making sure hr presence was known before she carried on speaking, "Its a braw day, don't cha' think?" Her Scottish accent sticking out like a sore thumb. It could be quite obvious he wouldn't understand but she was use to speaking like that.

When the elf reappeared she decided to ask for her sandwich. "I want a sandwich. White bread, butter, grated cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise, but hold off the onion." She sat herself opposite Tristan before pushing her hair over her right shoulder with a small sigh.

[TRISTAN PIXIE LLOYD]

Now that he noticed, it was quite lonely in the kitchen and he didn't like it very much - he decided. Frowning at the idea, the dark haired boy just ignore the voices in his mind and took another bite of his chocolate. Something he absolutely loved. But then again, what kind of an idiot didn't like chocolate? He scanned the kitchen with his blue, icy eyes taking its appearance in. It seemed weird though as he had been in there many times before. He almost felt like an anti-social person which he wasn't. Usually. Much. Tristan did have his small group of friends but they couldn't always be together. Plus, sometimes it made him feel as if they were afraid of him doing something to them. The boy automatically shrugged at the thought as if he was talking to himself.

Running a hand through his black hair, he leaned back and tapped his chin a couple of times as someone said his name. His head turned slowly and his eyes settled upon the person's face as they smiled. Reagan. Showing a small grin, the boy nodded politely at the blonde before grabbing his chocolate and stuffing another bite in his mouth. He almost cough as he ate it quickly to answer her question. "Zuppoze zo." Tristan replied, his german accent being quite noticable but then again, so was her scottish one. So she wasn't anyone to judge. He simply watched as she spoke to the elf and he arched an eyebrow as she did so. The blonde seemed picky to the boy and he couldn't help but comment on it. "Picky, innit." Messing his black hair, he sat properly once again. Blue eyes settled on the blonde's face in case she'd get all snappy on him.

"What'z up?" After a few seconds of silence, Tristan decided to speak up because it was getting awkward and that was the last thing he needed. However, silence was good especially when he was trying to come up with some sort of prank that hadn't been done before. Then again, he could just simply ask Dakota for her opinion and thoughts on it later. It didn't matter really even if he didn't want to tell his blonde best friend. Crossing his arms over his chest, the boy sighed as he eyed the chocolate carefully, deciding that he didn't want it anymore. An image of his mother came to his mind about all the crap about waste and whatever else she would say and he immediatly rolled his eyes. He did what he liked. Didn't give a damn if his mother didn't approve. "Heard your brother iz givin' you a hard time." He told her, nodding slightly before flicking his hair sideways with a head movement.

[REAGAN VICTORIA GREYBACK]

Reagan sat on the side counter and swung her legs gently forward and backwards. Placing her hands either side of her she waited for her sandwich and recently she hadn't been the patient type. She has known Tristan since her first year, well half way through they began to talk after he had been hanging around with Dakota before they fell out. Now she spoke to Tristan but hated anything about Dakota being mentioned. For a moment Reagan observed Tristan. He had jet black hair, which was long for a boy and piercing blue eyes. When it came down to it, he defiantly had the looks but she'd never admit it. After all, she was destined to marry someone who was from a wealthy family and pure blooded, as well as from the death eater side. Couldn't be neutral nor the order!

The elf approached and handed her the sandwich before it fled. Examining the sandwich, she cocked a eyebrow but took a large bite out of the soft white bread and the lettuce crunched in her mouth as she munched through her sandwich slowly. She took some more bites before finished the first half of her sandwich, which was when she choose to talk to Tristan. "Well, this wee sandwich has to be perfect before i sink my teeth into it, and the filling happens to be my favorite, Pixie." A small smirk appearing on her lips before she took a bite out of the second half of her delicious sandwich. Defiantly her all time favorite filling.

"Nothing really, just trying to escape from all the stress from professors." She spoke before taking a bite of her sandwich, finishing it off. She placed the plate down next to her before looking at her friend. Nodding she smirked, "He always gives me grief, but it has gotten worse, involving my accent." She stated before looking away.

[TRISTAN PIXIE LLOYD]

There wasn't a point in staying in the kitchens, now that he had finished his chocolate. His blue eyes turned to the half-eaten candy on the counter before settling on Reagan for a few seconds. Tristan examined her carefully, realizing how pretty she actually was. It wasn't something he would notice everyday. After all, the dark-haired boy was busy either pranking or doing something interesting such as playing Quidditch. He wasn't the time to lose his time with noticing girls. Placing both his hands behind his head, Tristan turned to scan the kitchen with his piercing blue eyes before the elf appeared in the room with the girl's sandwich.

"Whatever." He muttered, rolling his eyes at her comment. "Juzt imagine all the people out t'ere with noffink to eat." He told her, mocking disappointment in his voice. "And here you are, being picky. S'ame on you Rea." It wasn't like he cared anyway, he had his own problems but it was always good to make others feel guilty about it. A sigh escaped his lips as he stood up and walked to the other side of the counter; stood next to Reagan before leaning against the counter: his blue eyes on the Slytherin.

"Ahhhh. Profz are a big pain, innit." It was true. Their two favourite things were either set detention or give homework and it seemed that they worked perfectly together. After all, Tristan had detention for not doing the received homework. Stupid professors with their bloody theories. Turning his attention to Reagan again, he smirked as his hand reached for his cheek pinching it before letting go. "Can't blame uz. Z'our job." He knew how it was to be a big brother and have to look out for the youngest. It was a pain indeed.

[REAGAN VICTORIA GREYBACK]

Recently Reagan had gotten worse within what she wanted. People would meet her every demand and they would never put a foot wrong. Seeing as she was a Greyback, she knew that people wouldn't test her patiences because of the last name she had. Everyone knew that Greyback's were a dark family and they weren't people to be messed with. Fenrir Greyback was a death eater and a good one at that. Most of the Greyback's were werewolves so no one would think of venturing out during a full moon. Not with Reagan around anyway. Everyone knew not to mess with a slytherin, but being a Greyback or in a dark family was a bonus to slytherins, people either gave you more respect, or didn't get in your way.

Gently she bit into the soft white bread and felt the crunch of lettuce in her mouth. She moaned in satisfaction as she finished the bite she had taken, and then looked at Tristan with a cocked eyebrow. A small smirk slowly appeared on her features, "Ah, these children around the world only have a wee amount to eat I take it. Lets remember Tristan, I'm a slytherin, I don't care about muggles." She stated calmly in a slightly cold tone before taking yet again another bit of her delicious sandwich. A small chuckle escaped from her lips and she shook her head from side to side.

Her friend was right, professors weren't the best thing in the world. Always dishing out detentions to those who talked in class, it was like they didn't have a life. The worst was professor Snape, always dishing out for detentions for everyone. A sigh left her lips, "I know, professors just don't have anything better to do." Biting into her soft sandwich and rolled her eyes. Indeed she loved her family, but her brothers always found a way to annoy her. It was all fun to them, but it did annoy her to a certain extent and she knew all brothers were like that to their sisters. "Yeah but like 24/7 is way to much!"