Starting to rip up the little pieces of paper, she starting wadding them up, creating little bullets of parchment. She picked one up after she had what seemed like a forcefield of the little things and started to aim. One eye shut, the other squinting slightly, her eye on the prize; some second year she'd run into a couple times, and not once had a good interaction with. No, in fact she hated him- so much more of a coward than she could even believe, but he liked to act tough... Oh did he like to act tough. So naturally, Charlotte chose him as her first target- y'know... Practice.
She wanted to make this count, so she spit on it and flicked it, quickly shoving the other pieced of paper into her bag and in her ropes, making herself look busy. Her eyes were peering over her history book, waiting to see his reaction, and boy was it a good one.
He combed the spitball from his hair, the fact of anger quickly taking over as her scanned the room, his eyes landing on her. She was snickering, not even a ounce of fear running through her as he stomped over to her table.
"Do you want to explain to me how this got into my hair?" He slammed his hands on her table, holding up the spitball in question. "Well how do you think detective? We need your opinion to get this investigation any further." Charlotte had a straight face, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Don't mess with me, Maher, I know you did it." He yelled, not bothering to keep hi voice down regardless of where they were
"That's a pretty serious accusation you're throwing there, are you sure?" Her grin was wide, leaning her chin into her hands.
"Who else?" He growled, Charlotte letting out a small yelp as he pulled her up by her shirt collar. She never thought he'd take it this far. Who knew this would push him over the edge?
"What are you going to do? Punch me or kiss me? Better make your decision quick before I change my mind about the second option." She squinted her eyes, her hands balling into fists, ready to fight if he made the first move.