Lunch and then arguments (Logan)

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Michelle was pacing up and down the corridors doing her duty as prefect. She loved having the power, the authority. But more importantly, Michelle loved the respect she got from most other students. She didn't get it from every student, to her great pain.

Wearing her normal uniform with her Slytherin robe overlaying and her wand tucked into her robe, Michelle wandered down the great staircase to the great hall; it was lunchtime.

"Shirt in. Now." Michelle said, rather assertively to a first year. The first year looked as if he was going to backchat Michelle and not do as she asked. At least, that was until the boy saw Michelle's prefect badge. He tucked in and walked hastily toward the great hall. Oh, it was fun having control. It was one fifteen in the afternoon.

Michelle walked authoritatively into the hall and looked around. There was an amass of students. From first years all the way up to seventh years, even the teachers were sitting at their table. Michelle made her way to the Slytherin table, and picked up a chcolate éclair. Oh, she loved them.

Taking a small bite, Michelle wandered down the hall, looking around. After about three or four minutes of pacing up and down, Michelle decided to move to the top of the hall; by the door and lean against the wall. She never liked sitting down. Always standing. Always leaning on stuff. It was a strange pet hate of hers; sitting.

Anyway, Michelle slowly took small chunks out of the sweet tasting éclair:- she was careful not to get any down her, or make a mess, or anything really... She was slightly Obsessive Compulsive. Just slightly.

Status: Finished
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Characters: Logiewoo! <- Lolname.
Comments: Sorry for lack of length/quality, I suck at starting!

[logan]

Being one fifteen in the afternoon, that meant it was time for lunch. Actually way past lunch, but not everyone was up for eating about four hours after they had woken up. Some students woke up sooner since they were prefects and had to patrol the halls. Some prefects would use their power abusively such as the slytherins, while others would use it to be fair to each person. As for Logan, well he wasn't a prefect at all. He was glad that he wasn't since he wasn't exactly suited for being a prefect. A werewolf being a prefect? Only one had been known to have handled it and even then, he couldn't completely fulfill his duties during a full moon. Logan didn't need to worry about prefect duties and being a werewolf. It was enough being a werewolf and having a sister that didn't talk to him. More duties would've just driven him completely mad. Having gotten up when everyone else did, he had completed about three of his classes for the day before heading into the great hall for lunch. As he walked to the great hall, he noticed some slytherin prefects demanding for students to tuck their shirts in, go back to their common room and brush their hair properly, fix their tie, among other things. Luckily the slytherins were mostly bugging the first years since they couldn't get away with doing that to seventh years much at all. If one was to approach him, he would probably shrug it off as he wasn't the type to necessarily go crazy with defending himself unless necessary. Childish arguing was just a waste of time. Okay sometimes it was and sometimes it wasn't, but who cared considering the slytherins were not bothering him anyways.

Heading into the great hall, a first year bumped into the girl that had been standing by the door. Before the girl could notice that it had been the first year to bump into her and cause her eclair to fall onto her shirt, the first year ran away. This left Logan to deal with the girl, who would probably blame him for the mess. He wasn't even far from the girl, so he was a perfect target for her to accuse. Perhaps if he was a slytherin then he would have gone after the first year, dragged him over to the girl then leave him. Though Logan wasn't a slytherin and plus, knew that he could probably handle the words of the slytherin better than a first year could. After all, he was a seventh year and had dealt with it for so long anyways.