A Random Corridor

Dom is slapping herself for picking a thread that could set up Lolf for mockery. WELL. ANYWAY. Rolf comes walking down the hallway, sometime after his time with Luna. He spots some creeper just chillin' like a vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles (chocolate, not rainbow...because Evan wouldn't eat such happy rainbow sprinkles), and shakes his head slightly as he continues walking along.

Evan notices some weedy looking kid shake his head at him and raises his eyebrows. "Got a problem, mate?"

Rolf falters slightly when the creeper talks to him. "Err, no," he says immediately. "Just don't understand what the point is of standing around hallways and not doing anything. Seems rather...sketchy. Surely you don't want to give off the wrong impression," he says then glances at the guy's robes. "Ahh, never mind then," he says noticing that the guy is in Slytherin.

Evan crosses his arms over his chest. "None of your fuckin' business, what I'm doin' here. What's that s'posed to mean? Cause I'm in Slytherin ya automatically think I'm 'sketchy'?"

"Sorry, I'm a bit biased," he responds while scratching the back of his neck. "Can't blame me though. If you were in my situation and recently had someone from Slytherin hurt your girlfriend, you'd feel the same. Especially since Luna's one of the most gentle people in the world. I didn't mean to judge," he says while glancing up at Evan's kind of scary form.

"Luna?" Evan repeats, understanding dawning over his face. He smirks, even though he's a bit put out by her refusal of his friendship. He'd been as pleasant as he could to her and everything, and she wants to go around acting like she's too good to talk to him because of that arsehole Prewett and her poncy git of a boyfriend. What was his name, again? Oh, yeah.... he chuckles a little.
"You'd be Rolf, then? Your little girlfriend wasn't so gentle, ya know. She deserved what she got."

Rolf's face shows slight confusion for a moment, before realization dawns on him. "So are you Evan then?" he asks in a low tone. "You'd be the fucking bastard that hurt her. What gives you the right to touch a girl in any way she doesn't desire. What gives you the right to even think about hurting a girl," he glares while stepping forward.

Evan glares back, not backing down from Rolf. Who did this guy think he was? Seriously. He hadn't done a thing to Luna that she hadn't started. "I didn't do nothin' to her! She starts bitchin' me out about things she don't know a thing about, and then she shoves me. I ain't gonna stand there and take that shit from nobody, mate, ya hear?" he says, poking Rolf in the chest as if to emphasise his point.

Rolf doesn't back down as Evan pokes him...though Evan's finger is really strong (just ask Parv...oh gods. Multiple voices in my head syndrome) and kind of hurts his chest. "First off, I know Luna and she wouldn't start problems with anyone unless that person seriously deserved it. You really have no morals if you hurt a girl though. Fucking pathetic. Second, don't touch me."

Evan smirks. Like telling him not to touch is ever gonna work. Just ask Fleur... He pokes Rolf again. "What are you gonna do about it? Here to avenge your pretty little girl or somethin'?" He completely ignores the stuff about morals, because he has his own moral code. It's very creative.

just ask Parv..

[.......]

"I didn't purposely come out to find you," he glares, remembering his promise to Luna. "But no way in fucking hell am I going to let you get away with what you did. You don't scare me in the slightest," he says, though Dom is fucking scared for Rolf right now.

"I don't?" Evan chuckles, actually pretty amused by this poor, clueless, soon to be broken kid. Then, in an instant, his expression hardens and he grabs Rolf by the throat. "How 'bout now?" he snarls.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Rolf gasps for breath as Evan's hand tightens around his throat. Evil, poop-face Slytherin. "Let...go," he manages to say through gasps as he glares slightly at Evan. His hands move to Evan's hand, and he attempts to claw himself free.

Evan shoves Rolf away from him, sending him flying backwards towards the wall. "You and your bitch of a girlfriend got somethin' in common, don't ya? Both startin' shit ya can't handle."

SIRIUS OFFERS TO SHOW UP

JUST SAYING

SIRIUS CAN WAIT HIS TURN!!!!

Rolf's glare doesn't falter as he is he is shoved into the wall. "Don't call her that," he spits. He pushes himself off the wall, his fist moving quickly towards Evan and hitting the guy's jaw.

Evan grunts a little in pain as Rolf's fist slams into his jaw, but recovers quickly. He's had worse, and it'll be lucky to even leave much of a bruise. "Here, kid, lemme show ya how it's done."
And with that, he swings his own fist out, colliding hard with Rolf's jaw.

[i really wish i could disown you right now...hurting innocents. where did i go wrong?]

[fuck off and make me a sammich, bitch.]











[Lenore apologises for Evan. Evan just wants his sammich.]

[bite me asshole]



[ange also apoligizes. penny merely does not take shit from her arse of a brother]

Rolf lets out a hiss of pain when Evan's fist collides with his jaw. He feels pain shooting throughout his head, starting at his jaw and branching up. "Fuck," he mutters, leaning against the wall for a moment before moving forward and attempting to hit Evan again.

Evan blocks the attempted punch easily, and punches Rolf in the stomach, following it up with a quick uppercut to the chin. At least the whelp is still on his feet - it's been ages since he's had a good punching bag.