Brawl In the Hall Closed

@Anastasia Beckett @Rafael D'Spacito @Allie Lewis @Opeila Seilum @Lindsey Springhall @Henry Knight @Heather Blair Moretti @Autumn Ivy @Lucia Fox @Kara Capricorn

The day was going alright until she was attacked.

It wasn't the best day of her life, or the worst day, but it was better than usual. She did well in lessons, had no arguments with her friends and ate her favourite food at lunch. After the school day had concluded, Scarlett was just wandering around Hogwarts, looking for something to do. It was that time when there was just nothing interesting, nothing to participate in, nothing to do and nothing urgent. She really hated it. It was all going to change soon anyway.

She saw one of her casual friends. They didn't talk much and due to Scarlett's terrible memory, she didn't even know her name. Scarlett decided to strike up another conversation with her and reconnect - who knew where their relationship might go? And, yes, being saved from boredom was a plus.

"Scarlett?" asked the girl. She had lovely blonde hair and blue eyes, like the typical cliche. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Ditto," said Scarlett jovially. "And, sorry about this-"

She laughed to indicate that she didn't want anyone to be too hurt by the fact that she had forgotten their name.

"But what's your name again?"

The girl, her kind-of friend, opened her mouth and was about to respond, when Scarlett's attention caught on a girl, walking down the hall, head bowed. The girl's fingers were clutching her book bag tightly, as if it might fly off on a gust of wind at any moment. Her hair was in an elaborate ponytail with braids and stuff - it looked a bit unnecessary to Scarlett - and her makeup was dark and bold. Following Scarlett's gaze, her blonde friend also looked at the girl. Scarlett recognised her as Anastasia Beckett, famed and feared for many things - setting people on fire was a popular one. There had been rumours, so many rumours, circulating around Hogwarts at the moment. Anastasia had murdered her parents. Anastasia's parents were kidnapped. Et cetera, et cetera.

Scarlett thought this was all terribly unlikely - only sociopaths would murder their parents, and as far as she knew, there were no sociopaths in Hogwarts - but decided to pass on the gossip. It would be interesting to see how tales were twisted around the school. If Anastasia was strong-willed enough, she could deal with gossip. Scarlett could. (though it usually ended with her raging mad and screaming at someone)

"Wait, sorry-" said Scarlett. "But you see that girl? That's Anastasia Beckett. I heard she murdered her parents."

And that was how it started. Beckett happened to be passing by at the exact moment (thank you ever so much fate) and whirled round suddenly. She look mad. Madder than mad. Her eyes were wide and crazed and everything about her screamed 'HIGHLY AGGRESSIVE'. Her blonde friend scurried away. So much for sticking by your friends in times of need.

"Who the f**k-" started Beckett, sounding like a crazed maniac.

Before Scarlett could actually process what was happening, Beckett's fist met her face and Scarlett heard a sickening crunch as pain flared up everywhere. She reached up for her nose and when she saw her fingers, they had a lot - a lot - of blood on them.

Anger flared up in Scarlett in that way that was impossible to control, impossible to stop as Scarlett screamed, "What the actual f**k do you thing you're doing?"

She didn't know what she was doing either - just driven by pure instinct to hurt this girl as much as she had hurt Scarlett. Scarlett kicked her in the stomach hard but decided to wanted to draw some blood as well, so punched her in the face like she had done to her. Oh yes. This could turn into a fight.

────────────────── ♛ ──────────────────

Interacting With: @Anastasia Beckett
Mentioning: @Scarlett Aden
Tagging: @Allie Lewis @Opeila Winters @Lindsey Springhall @Henry Knight @Heather Blair Moretti @Autumn Ivy @Lucia Fox @Kara Capricorn
Hex Color: #800000

─────────────────── • ───────────────────

Change… stressed Rafa out.

Well, to be fair, a lot of things were stressing the Captain out these days. Individuals with high-pitched voices, responsibility, confronting people he didn’t like… well, in the least, he was a different person than the rowdy Thunderbird Captain he’d been in his first year, and in more ways in one. But the feeling of change… that was a feeling he knew with a stark certainty would remain the same. In a way, he supposed he’d always been running from the idea of losing grasp of his own status quo, waking up one day to find himself in a state of existence he didn’t recognize. He had good reason. Change, after all, was what had brought him to England all those years ago, ripping him away from his past relationships and culture, even language – to have the rug ripped out from him was not a feeling he liked in the very least, but Universe-be damned if change didn’t come flying at him from every which way. Nothing ever worked to his liking, but that was a fact he’d long since come to terms with it. After all, he didn’t break easily.

Not until now.

Because Ana wasn’t supposed to change. No, like the orbit of the moon around the earth, like the gravity that pulled you to the floor, like the pain that followed contact with fire, there were some things that simply weren’t capable of changing. Ana had been one of those few things in the eyes of the young child, an untaintable image of what it meant to be happy, carefree – he was wrong. For what once was cheerful conversation, was a well of silence. What once was a bridge between the two, was now a chasm. What once was a brilliant smile that glowed like the sun itself in radiance was now a sullen, lifeless look, as if the girl hadn’t seen the light of day in a million years. As if the world had come to an end, and there was no hope of fixing it. There were no hugs, no talks in the hall. No communication. Though she had only recently been admitted to the Quidditch Team, there were no one-on-one practices, no friendly jesting. It was like she had turned into a different person, a stranger the young Captain had never before met in his life. And it hurt. It hurt in ways the Captain couldn’t begin to describe, a deep ache that dug deep into his chest every time he thought about it too hard, watched her slumped form from the back row in class. It simply wasn’t right.

He had to know why.

And it was the perfect day to find out. The boy had made preparations, having packed up his books five minutes early, cleaned up his workspace as to prepare for an early departure – an unusual activity for the chaotic child, especially in the classroom, when he would rather wage war against the staff through spitballs and secret notes, both of which were directed at his peers. School was simply… too boring for the idle child. The recurring vision of a sullen Ana, however, encouraged the boy to push through his impulses, steel his nerves for the moment he would escape the confines of the classroom, his eyes glued on the clock as if his life depended on it. The time of action would come soon enough – after almost an hour of studying, the very moment class would be declared dismissed, he would abruptly launch from where he sat, wasting no time in rushing out of the room as his feet promptly carried him to where he assumed Ana to be at such an hour. [He’d asked a random third year Gryffindor for her schedule, in which he was now basing his assumptions.] It wouldn’t take long at all for him to find who he was looking for. She was so close… yet the answers were so far out of reach… but he needed to know, in the least, why she hated him. If not for information, then for the consolation of his own self esteem.

Taking a deep breath, he walked up to her.

The average onlooker would be able to notice it immediately – his shoulders were hiked up, the hood he illegally wore underneath his Hogwarts sweater pulled close to his neck by stiff fingers, his eyes drifting every now and then towards the ground, or the walls nearby, or to his shoes, the same grass-stained sneakers he always wore. He was nervous – but fear had never stopped him before. “Anastasia Beckett,” he weakly demanded aloud, his voice echoing across the many facets of the hallway. She wouldn’t pay him any mind – another stab wound. Too bad the Gryffindor was persistent as he was. Trying to match her pace, he began walking beside her, much like a paparazzi trying to fight for the attention of a movie star. “Ana I – stop walking. I need to talk to you.” Then, “Why are you ignoring me? What’s wrong? What did I do?” The questions tumbled from his lips, floodgates opening to release an incoherent jumble of inquiries regarding the girl’s odd behaviors, ignorant attitude – it was almost therapeutic, how he could do nothing to stifle the flow, only unloading all his confusion on the girl at its source. This was it, this was as close as he had been to answers in the past few weeks…

And then he would hear it. "That’s Anastasia Beckett. I heard she murdered her parents."

Murder. There was something… horribly, revoltingly wrong with the way that word sounded, especially on the lips of a stranger. No, that can’t be right. Ana wasn’t capable of murder. Nonetheless, the footsteps of the Captain had halted in a moment’s notice, his eyes growing to the size of saucers as his mouth fell open, books tumbling from his grip as his hands began to shake. That wasn’t right – the girl, she was lying, surely. Anastasia wouldn’t hurt a fly. But she isn’t talking to you, either, is she? Why is that? his head begged. Is she hiding something? If so, what could be horrible enough to hide from you? Her best friend? A torrent of emotion fluttered through the chest of the boy in that moment, and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander, the anxiety beginning to chew away at all rational thought as he fell deeper and deeper into the pool of insecurity that had accumulated since the beginning of the school year. What… what was she hiding? Would Ana really kill? Is that why she was so heartless? “Wh-at?” was all that could fall from his lips, a choked remark barely audible over the voices of children traversing through the halls. What was going on, what did it all mean… what was Ana hiding?

He couldn’t even take notice of his books that had clattered to his feet, nor the angry shouts of Anastasia as she turned on a helpless bystander. The adrenaline was too strong, the anxiety too stifling. His head was pounding far too fast, his breath escaping from his lungs as a bead of sweat began to form on his brow. He couldn’t do this. No – Anastasia wouldn’t. But that wasn’t Anastasia… that was someone else completely. His hands were shaking visibly now, his heart beginning to pound in his chest as his eyes searched about wildly. This wasn’t happening. This was only a dream…

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━

@Anastasia Beckett @Scarlett Aden @Rafael D'Spacito @Opeila Seilum @Lindsey Springhall @Henry Knight @Heather Blair Moretti @Autumn Ivy @Lucia Fox @Kara Capricorn

September 7th. The first day of classes. Just after arriving at Hogwarts, Allie had memorized this day's date, anxious to begin learning anything and everything the school could offer. She hadn't been able to wait until classes started.

Luckily, the beginning of the day had gone as well as it could, although she had been alone more often than she liked. It seemed that whenever she passed others in the hall, they were chatting and hanging out with large groups of friends. And although she had met a few other first years in her time at Hogwarts so far, she hadn't seen many of them throughout the day. To be fair though, she hadn't exactly been looking for them, since she had been quite busy trying to make sure she got everything correct in her classes, but still. . . Allie wished that she had already made a few closer friends that she could hang out with during the day and on a regular basis.

After flying through all her classes, Allie was ready for a break. Even though she loved her schoolwork, she still needed times where she could just be herself and have fun. What she ended up doing that afternoon was almost the opposite. Well, there wasn't very much fun happening. . . but you could say she was being herself.

Around ten minutes after classes had finished, Allie had been walking around the many corridors of Hogwarts when she ended up in a particularly busy spot. There was a lot going on there, at least compared to the other halls she had been in, and Allie looked around curiously. She noted all the different students that were there and searched for someone she could talk to. Most of them were all much older than her and probably didn't want a first year joining in on their conversations. . . She sighed and decided to just keep observing the people around her.

A few conversations were happening between friends, but none caught her eye. She stood against one wall, and was just about to leave the hall and go to the Ravenclaw Common Room instead when she heard something that made her stop short. Allie immediately spun around just in time to see a tall, brown haired girl attack another girl, punching her hard enough to draw blood. It took almost everything in her not to scream at the sight. "What - why - " Everyone else in the hall looked just as stunned.

The first year stared at the scene, horrified. Both of the girls that were fighting seemed a few years older than her, and they seemed beside themselves with anger. Her eyes taking in the whole scene at once, she noticed a boy standing a little ways behind the girl who had attacked first, looking awfully confused. Allie was pretty sure he had been talking to the girl just a little bit before. . . She took a step away from the fight, intending to leave, but then hesitated. Who knew how much damage the two students could do to each other before a Prefect or Professor saw them and pried them apart?

Taking a deep breath, and hardly knowing what she was doing, Allie pushed through the crowd, hurrying towards the fight, instead of away from it.

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━

Reducio

OOC: Sorry if this is kind of short! I usually don't write as long posts as some of you guys do,

Action: Trying to ged ahold of Ana's arm to get her attention, trying to calm her.
@Anastasia Beckett @Rafael D'Spacito @Scarlett Aden @Allie Lewis

[font=Times New Romans]Interacting with @Anastasia Beckett @Scarlett Aden @Opeila Winters
Mentioning @Rafael D'Spacito @Allie Lewis
Tagging @Henry Knight @Heather Blair Moretti @Autumn Ivy @Kara Capricorn [/font]

Her summer had passed quietly. So was her first week of school.

Lindsey, wand in pocket and cautious in mind, was busy walking through the numerous corridors in Hogwarts. There were students everywhere, but she did not pay any attentions to them——the badger was busy thinking her own things.

From the day that she opened her missing uncle’s old diary, the decision to find out the truth was always in her head. She believed that she knew her aunt Dorothy now was not the real Dorothy. The real one should have been died when Perseus was around five. This one now was probably a Metamorphmagus or something like that, and she, or even he, had came aiming to murder her mother, and maybe, even her.

Till now, she had only told this to Edmund, whom she trusted the most. Lindsey did not dare to tell her parents or her grandparents, because that would only make things worse. They would immediately ask her why, and read the diaries, then threw the Dorothy now to the Ministry. That was too rapid. What if Uncle Nathan had been wrong? What if the murderer murdered them before they could even act? Or, what if the real Dorothy Ellient was destined to be murdered? And maybe she even deserved the death? Lindsey did not know. Nor did Edmund. The two Springhall siblings had talked about it privately for a couple of times throughout the summer, but none of them had an idea.

She needed to find out. Or all her family was in great danger. She could not bare it.

As her mind was busy thinking these sort of things, Lindsey heard someone yelling. She raised up her head and put a hand on her wand.

Was there some hags or vampires attacking young students? Her first reaction was like that. Lindsey could still remember the rumours last year, and she was somehow nervous.

While she approached closer quietly, she had found out——no. An older girl, maybe a third year or a fourth year, was yelling furiously at a younger one. It seemed that she would be attacking the poor younger girl in a few seconds.

Maybe she’d just leave it alone. Being calm and cautious, growing up, Lindsey had never make herself an impetuous child. She did not want to mess her nose with things she should not be caring, but this time, it was different. She knew what’s right and what’s not, and stopping the fight was clearly right.

So horrible. Lindsey glanced at the crowd. No one was trying to stop them? She thought, and her eyes had a haughty light in. No prefects or professors, and therefore, nobody would come to rescue. And she believed that they would soon all elope away as soon as a prefect came.

Cowards. All cowards.

Her expression was pretty haughty now. No one up for dragging them apart? Then she would be here. She would be the one doing right things, even if only she was doing it.

Lindsey pushed the crowds apart, and jumped to the first row of the gossip crowds. She now had a clearer view——the older girl was really cool, but angry like a grizzly bear. And her victim was, oh dear, Scarlett Aden.

“Scar-Scarlett?” Lindsey muttered, not paying attention to whether Scarlett had heard. “Scarlett!”

This time the red headed girl’s name was yelled out loud, and Lindsey was rushing to her. She had probably tripped someone while she was running, and she turned back and added a small apologetic smile. Gosh, she had to be quick.

“Hey, hey please calm down a bit! What happened? You could tell me about it properly, instead of attacking her!” she called out loud to the furious girl.

As she was doing this, Lindsey noticed someone was trying to do the same thing like her——dragging this furious girl away. Finally there was someone doing the right thing. She glanced at the crowd disdainfully again, then turned to see who were trying to stop the girl.

She was glad to see Opeila, whom she had always had a good impression on, trying to stop the furious student. A Ravenclaw girl who seemed younger had the worried and helpful expression on, and was busy pushing the crowd to get to the “battlefield”. Also a familiar face of a boy that she had probably met somewhere was nearby.

Not a very strong army, but respectful. Lindsey believed that they could do it, and possibly save the poor Scarlett.

“Opeila! Could you lend me a hand to…stop her?” She called out to the Slytherin girl. The Lindsey turned to the furious girl, arm stretching out to drag her right arm. “Oh please calm down! We could finish everything off by words, instead of fight, okay?”

Action: Trying to drag Ana’s right arm, and trying to stop all this by words.

@Anastasia Beckett @Scarlett Aden @Rafael D'Spacito @Allie Lewis @Opeila Winters @Lindsey Springhall @Henry Knight @Autumn Ivy @Kara Capricorn

Permission given to slightly godmod Henry Knight

______________________________________________________

The first day of classes was... boring. And this apparent harmless fact made a certain Ravenclaw feel way too uneasy.

Heather, who always liked to consider herself a curious child, who could find something intriguing even in the most mundane things- such as the way grass grew, somehow found herself bored to death; that was a new feeling. And, contrary to what would one believe at first, it wasn’t because she has to repeat her year and, obviously, learn once more some spells and potions she already knows. No, she had already prepared herself mentally for this, and the girl was actually quite excited at the thought. She had the chance to re-experience so many things and to make them right this time... like changing that 'A' from Transfiguration into an 'O', for example. That was great, right? Well, even though she should see the good in all of this, in all honesty... Heather wasn't really feeling this year.

She had tried to be more excited, to force happy thoughts in her mind, and to wear fake smiles until they became real ones, she really did. But, goodness, it was clear that she wasn’t doing well at all- her emotions were all over the place, and her wreck of a mind made it so much harder to bottle everything up like she used to.

Recently, for example, the girl found herself slipping away from her usually cheerful persona and having these sick thoughts and urges to do some strange, and at times really mean things; and honestly, Heather had no idea where did this part of her came from, or where was it hidden all this time. The lack of sleep to be the cause? Possibly, insomnia was another kind of torture, but the Ravenclaw highly doubted it. She started to believe that, sadly, this was the real her and that, up until now she unknowingly wore a façade around everyone else. Add to these existential problems the fact that an aunt whom she never heard anything about suddenly sent her an owl which held some really disturbing revelations, and everyone would understand that, even if she had managed to get some rest the night before, Heather’s attention wouldn’t be turned towards the class anyways.

She was just so tired— the girl didn’t even bother to tell Henry, who suddenly approached her, that his attire was, literally, a wreck. Seriously, a few sudden movements and the boy's clothes would literally fly away. Speaking of him... “Sorry, what did you say?”

Shaking her head apologetically, Heather tried to focus on the Slytherin; she'd just realized that he was talking to her the whole time, while she was busy musing over his clothes. Either way, it seemed like her friend sensed that something wasn’t right with her, because he suddenly started to joke around a bit- as if he wanted to lift up her mood.

Feeling strangely thankful for his apparent worry, she went along with the boy's scheme of acting as if he miraculously grew taller than her in the span of two weeks since they last hung out, even though she wasn’t really in the mood. Though, when he almost tripped, she couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You know, I’m tired, not dumb,” she said, shaking her head and grinning. Bless his soul, Henry was a good guy. They had their fights, but overall, she could count on him.

Just as Heather started to regain a bit of her usual gleefulness, she suddenly felt it. It was so faint, that she would have mistaken it for a breeze coming from outside if it weren’t for the fact that a shiver crept down her spine; it was as if the air had suddenly gotten colder, and proof to that stood the goosebumps that covered the girl’s skin.

“Hey, is it just me, or has the temperature suddenly cooled down out of nowhere?” Judging by the boy’s furrowed brows, Heather assumed that it was, indeed, only in her mind. A little bit embarrassed, the Ravenclaw quickly shook her head. “Anyways, erm, what were we talking before? Ah, yeah, classes.” Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the whole hall, but the Ravenclaw ignored it. “They were okay-” A few gasps could be heard in the background. “-but nothing out of the ordinary,” The blonde replied, the sound of some books falling to the ground echoeing ominously. “I just gotta say, the whole time I was bored as fu-” “fuck-”

Heather suddenly straightened up, looking concerned at Henry, who was staring at something behind her. Did he hear that scream too, or was she already hallucinating things? Following her friend’s gaze, the Ravenclaw turned her head around just in time to come face to face with the one and only Anastasia Beckett. It wasn’t hard to know who the Gryffindor was- even the girl who dropped out in the middle of the last year heard about the pureblood. Though, that's all Heather knew about her- her name, house, and blood status. So, seeing her suddenly punch a housemate of hers- so hard that blood started spilling out, made the young witch raise her eyebrows.

Now, it was bad, whatever was happening there, and even though she was way too impulsive at times, the girl didn't immediately jump between them, mainly because she'd half-expected to see someone else try to pry the two Gryffindors off each other. Though, it seemed like people were either too scared or interested in the fight to actually help.

“See? Gryffindors. Fighting in the hall, yet no one dares to intervene. My father was right, they really are the coolest house!” She whispered, not realizing that her words sounded really disturbing, considering the fact that what was happening was quite serious. Though, Henry’s horrified expression made her get the hint. Great, now she freaked out a Slytherin. “I-I mean, come on, let’s get closer in case we need to help or something,” she quickly added, taking the boy by the sleeve of his shirt and dragging him after her.

As she gradually approached the crowd that started to form around the girls, Heather noticed the redhead- whose bloodied nose seemed to be broken from afar, punch Anastasia in the stomach, but also in the face. An eye for an eye, mused the Ravenclaw.

Speaking of Ravenclaws, she noticed a fellow housemate trying to push against the crowd, surely in an attempt to stop the girls fighting and, for a second, Heather felt a pang of guilt- she always said that, if she were in a similar situation, she would try to calm everyone down, but now that she actually had the chance...she did nothing. In a small attempt to make herself feel less bad about her lack of contribution, she easily pushed some students out of the way, not only making space for her housemate to pass freely but also to get herself and Henry in the front lines. From there she could see everything much more clearly- now, she noticed two other girls, a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff, trying their hardest to break off the fight. Behind Anastasia stood another boy, clearly shocked, a bunch of books cluttered around his feet. The scene was quite mesmerizing, in a twisted way. Anastasia emanated so much anger, that everyone around her was overwhelmed; if she really wanted to hurt the redhead, probably now no one could stop her.

"That's Anastasia Beckett, did you hear the rumors about her this year?" Henry asked out of nowhere, and Heather suddenly remembered that he was next to her. Raising an eyebrow, the blonde furrowed her eyebrows. Did she really miss that much drama while she was gone...?

“No, not really,” The blonde replied, shaking her head shamefully. After a short moment of silence, she continued. “Care to fill me in?” Crossing her arms, she took her eyes off from the fight that took place in front of her, looking down at her feet. Even though Anastasia’s reaction to whatever the redhead had done was overly-aggressive, the Ravenclaw knew better than to judge before hearing the full story. And, maybe Henry filling in some blank spaces could help the girl take someone's side.

Mentioning: @Anastasia Beckett, @Rafael D'Spacito, @Lindsey Springhall, @Allie Lewis, @Henry Knight, @Heather Blair Moretti

Who's Next: @Kara Capricorn

Ugh. How so incredibly inconvenient.

It had been a normal day, nothing huge or exciting, apart from it being back at Hogwarts. Honestly, Autumn had missed the place, with or without its flaws. However, she had been so terribly bored that day. Classes had begun today, but they had been easy and boring. The day's purpose was for first years to get settled, no matter how much they tried to hide it. It was meant to get everyone settled, but it was only ever about getting the first years adjusted to the trainwreck. That was actually good; Autumn remembered her first year fairly clearly. Being alone, overwhelmed and confused on her first day, too prideful to ask for help, and barely adjusting fast enough to the antics which followed being a student at the school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Autumn shook away the memories. They were not welcome. She had felt so weak and lost and small then, and she had felt that way only a few times before. She was not weak. However, she was curious and easily bored, so, when it was time for dinner, Autumn did one of the things she was best at; people-watching.

She saw Mars and apologised internally for the water fight incident that had taken place during the summer camp. She saw Aeri and a small smile set on her face. She saw Lucille and quickly looked away. She saw Anastasia Beckett punching Scarlett Aden. She saw-

Wait.

Autumn looked back at Anastasia and Scarlett. Why had Anastasia punched Scarlett? Had Scarlett said something? It was likely that she had, although anything was possible. It was likelier than Autumn would like that Scarlett had done nothing wrong. She had seen Beckett only a few times before, so she did not know much about the Gryffindor. Apparently she was a fiery flirt, someone not to be reckoned with. She would be lying if she had not been intrigued. Today however, was different. With rumours about Anastasia, some were admiring, while some where fearful. Today, they were all fearful.

Sure, Autumn had heard Beckett's name thrown around often, but never as much as today. Apparently, she had been extra moody today, and had been isolating herself from her friends. Some said her mother had died, others said that Anastasia had killed her. Perhaps Scarlett had made a comment about the rumours. Perhaps that would explain the look on Anastasia face, as if she were about the kill Scarlett and enjoy every second of it.

Whatever it was, Autumn would find out.

She ducked her head, did her best to blend in, and moved past the crowd to get a good look at the infamous Anastasia Beckett.

"That's Anastasia Beckett, did you hear the rumours about her this year?" a Slytherin boy in front of her spoke.

“No, not really. Care to fill me in?" the first year in Ravenclaw robes replied.

Rumours? That was where Autumn came in.

"They say she murdered her parents, that she did horrible, horrible things. Really, the rumours are not pulling their punches when talking about Anastasia Beckett. It's sort of sad, I suppose. I do not believe the rumours personally, and I recommend that you do not either. The rumours are nice when it's fun and games, but it often does not last that way for long."

She raised and eyebrow, yet did not wait for their responses before she moved through them too, to get a better view of what she hoped was the beginning of a fight.

Update
Two people were unable to participate in this thread, after all, so the lovely Ivy Bellamy will be joining us. The updated posting order is below.

Anastasia Beckett(me)
Scarlett Aden
Rafael D'Spacito
Allie Lewis
Lindsey Springhall
Henry Knight
Heather Blair Moretti
Autumn Ivy
Ivy Bellamy