[I] ain't no rest ' [BETH]

[trevor anthony schumacher]

THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED

UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD

Well, he had been planning on going to the library to study for finals. The key word here being 'planning'. Things never did seem to work out as planned. He had made it all the way to the library, though, so that was a pleasant start. The truth was, he just wasn't in the mood for sticking his nose in a text book for even ten minutes. He was seriously considering completely winging these last tests. It was his last year, so how much was a truly risking? He still had no idea what he was going to do when he got out of Hogwarts, anyway. He was actually tempted to be a professor of muggle studies, since he was pretty good at anything to do with muggles. He wasn't a big fan of teaching, though, so why would he want to go through the extra school work to become a professor? Maybe he would just move back to America and work at WalMart for the rest of his life. Maybe he could work his way up and become a CEO or something. He could always dream, couldn't he?

He plopped down at one of the tables, his feet propped up on the table top and a textbook in his hands, opened to a completely random page. It was like he had forgotten how to read. He sighed and rolled his eyes, taking a glance around. You would expect more people to be in here, being it was near the end of the year, but there really were only a couple of other people roaming the aisles of books. Maybe they had all gone outside, to enjoy the nice weather. He chose against that, knowing that the outdoors would distract him. Now that he thought about it, it wouldn't have made a difference, since he was set on not studying anyway. He couldn't really make his mind do something he didn't want to do.

Trever snapped the book shut, but stayed seated. He noticed someone inspecting a shelf of books not too far from him. Their back was turned to him, so he couldn't see who they were. Boredom having the best of him, he lifted his textbook, which was at least four hundred pages and hard covered, and tossed it at the back of the person standing there, watching it soar smoothly toward their back, and luckily not their head. Yes, he had just thrown a book at a random person. Why? The best excuse was that he was bored. And he wanted attention. Why else would he do something as stupid as that? Oh, and, you know.. it was just the way he rolled.

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[bethany priscilla dalton]

considering that they had all missed most of the school year, it was the daltons if anyone that needed to be doing plenty of studying for the end of year exams. evelyn was lucky - if she did bad this year, she could re-do them next year, but this was the only chance for beth and josh. if they messed up, they were screwed. not that she intended to let that happen. whilst other members of her family weren't so stressed about it, beth was more of a perfectionist - she wanted to make sure she knew everything that could possibly come up on the exam paper so she could answer it correctly. that's just the way she was.

as clever as all of the daltons were, if bethany did say so herself, they would be foolish not to do at least a little studying. there was no way that them having sat in lessons for three months would prepare them for the exam, they had to do work outside of the classroom. beth wasn't too pleased about that, but it had to be done if she wanted to work somewhere other than st. mungo's and spending the rest of her days cleaning up sick. the library would be almost a sanctuary for her in the passing days, and the prospect of an unwelcome future had motivated her to do so.

it was quiet, which was certainly a good thing. most people hated her guts as it was, and she didn't particularly want rumours going around that she was actually a little book-loving dork. okay, she did love books, but she certainly wasn't a dork, a geek, a nerd, whatever you wanted to call it. browsing the shelves for something that would tell her what the hell 'inanimate to animate transfiguration' was, she let out a yelp as something hit her square in the back. "what the hell are you playing at?" beth yelled, though keeping her voice down so as not be murdered in her sleep by the librarian. she half expected to see a first year standing there with a smug expression, but instead she was greeted with the sight of a somewhat attractive looking hufflepuff that was probably in her year. that wasn't the point, he had just thrown a book at her!

( WORD COUNT ) 386

[trevor anthony schumacher]

THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED

UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD

Trevor was thoroughly satisfied with his aim when the book managed to hit the girl right in the center of her back. Then again, it really wasn't that far of a throw. He had to clasp a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing obnoxiously as she spun around to face him, letting out the quietest yell you could in a library. As he looked her over, he realized that she didn't look all too familiar. He was sure he would recognize a face like that, because she was rather hot, but maybe he just hadn't ever paid her any sort of attention. Which was hard to believe.

Perhaps it wasn't the wisest idea, throwing a book at someone. But then again, it was a way to get someones attention, even if he had damaged them. That was what Trevor was all about; attention. He always wanted the spotlight on himself. Of course, he did have that slight fear that this girl would go all bitch-crazy on him, but luckily he was in a library, and unless she wanted to get in trouble, she wouldn't get too loud.

He took the hand from over his mouth, clearing his throat, "There was a huge spider crawling up your back! What was I suppose to do, sit here and watch it eat you?" he asked incredulously, cocking an eyebrow at the blond as the lie poured from his mouth with ease. He took his feet off of the table, scooting to sit up in his chair as he glanced down at the fallen book that lay near the girl's feet, "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like that back. I mean, after saving your life, that's the least you can do," he began, running a hand through his dirty blond hair, "And, I wouldn't mind if you added a thank you, too," he added, now wearing one of his oh-so-charming smiles.

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[bethany priscilla dalton]

beth had no doubt that the whole situation had been to get some attention, and he'd certainly got what he was after. was that what society was turning into nowadays? was throwing a book at someone the normal way to get someone's attention, as opposed to tapping them on the shoulder or calling their name? exactly how he had managed to pelt a book at her back without her having killed him yet, she had no idea, but that was something she was going to find out.

"how the hell do you get away with that stuff, why hasn't anybody killed you yet?" she asked him, her confusion clearly shown on her face. it was more than likely his normal behaviour, and beth wondered how teachers managed to cope with him sitting in the middle of the classroom, or the back, or wherever he so happened to sit during lessons. she couldn't help but laugh as he came up with an excuse. this kid had some serious nerve, but he somehow made it work! why wasn't there anybody like this in slytherin? it might have persuaded her to step out of her dormitory a little more often than just to go to lessons or the toilet.

"could you point this spider out to me so that i can personally stamp on it?" beth asked him, figuring she might as well go along with it. she'd already laughed and so there was no way that she could pull of the angry bitch now. beth leaned down to pick up the book and passed it back to him, after raising an eyebrow and stifling another laugh. he seriously expected her to say thank you for throwing a book at his back? "now that's just taking it too far."

( WORD COUNT ) 296

[trevor anthony schumacher]

THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED

UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD

Trevor let out a loud gasp, his hand flying to rest over his heart, as if he was hurt by her comment, "Excuse me? Why would anyone want to kill me?" he asked in a mock shocked tone. Of course, it was all an act, "I saved your life and all you have to say is 'why hasn't anyone killed you yet?'! I am truly baffled by your manners," he shook his head sadly, as if he was disappointed in the blond, "I'm sorry I can't go back in time and watch that spider eat you right before my eyes. And I'm sorry I had to be a nice person. And I'm sorry I put my life on the line for your own," he droned on, "Because that spider could have seen my plans of attack, and come after me, instead. Then you would have had pieces of me scattered all over the room. But you would have still been alive, so that's all fine and da-" he stopped short, realizing he had been rambling on, even though she was actually going along with it now.

He paused for a moment to compose himself, pretending to inspect the ground near her from where he was sitting, "Actually, the force of the book.. made it disintegrate," he stated, looking back up to meet the Slytherin's eyes, his expression impassive. The fact that she had laughed, though, made him feel good inside, as weird as that sounded. So, she couldn't possibly be too bad now, after laughing at that, could she?

"Thank you," he murmured as he took the book from her and acted as if he was dusting it off, before placing it back on the table in front of him, "See, it isn't that hard. I mean, if I could say it, you can," he persuaded with a grin, "Obviously I'm not taking it far enough. Saving your life would mean you owe me something in return, or you're forever in my debt, something like that. But I'm just being nice by asking for a simple thank you," he argued with a small shrug, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands behind his head in a casual manner.

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[bethany priscilla dalton]

"i meant more as in how the hell do you manage to throw books at people without them punching you in the face?" beth couldn't see many people being grateful for having a book tossed at their back, and judging by some of the people she had met at hogwarts, most if not all of them would or would want to hit him. "at least i wouldn't have to sit through all this studying and exams if it had eaten me. i don't think it would've been too bad for you either if it had, as you said, seen your plans of attack and come after you instead," beth said with a smirk, making a futile attempt to turn it back on him.

"ah, that would explain why there aren't chunks of mashed spider everywhere." it was quite obvious that humour wasn't her forté, she had focused her attention over the past eighteen years on being sarcastic and improving her argumental skills, if such a term existed. it wasn't until now that she realised she didn't know his name, but she would wait for that to come up at some point later in the conversation. he had obviously spent his time perfecting his comical genius, and beth wasn't the type to laugh very often. some thought she was just a miserable cow, but quite frankly she felt that she needed reason to smile. it just made your face ache otherwise.

"you do realise that i know there was no spider? with my parents, pretty much all of us are attention seekers. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't." the dalton adults always seemed to be busy discussing stuff, sometimes 'nothing that you need to be aware of', and other times 'work', despite beth having no idea exactly what it was her parents did for a living. she could see where this was going, and she was not going to let him be able to truthfully go around the school telling everyone that he got bethany dalton to say thankyou for throwing a book at her.

( WORD COUNT ) 344

[trevor anthony schumacher]

THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED

UNTIL WE CLOSE OUR EYES FOR GOOD

"It's simple, really," he began in response, "When someone feels something, such as a book, hit them in the back, and turn around full of anger and the need to kill.. they see me. Little old me," he explained, "Everyone around here knows me. And they know that I'm an amazing, helpful, happy pappy farm animal. Some even go so far as to call me a good Samaritan. So they would instantly figure out that I did that deed for their own good, not just for fun," he lied expertly. Damn, he was reasonably good at speaking without thinking through it entirely. It just came naturally, he guessed, even if his scenarios sounded ridiculous, "So, this knowledge will erase their anger, and without question they'll give me a hug, or a high five, or at least a thank you," he finished, "But apparently, you must be new here," he added dryly, making a bit of an educated guess. She seemed old enough to be in his year, and he was positive he had not seen much of her before, if any at all.

"Yeah, I'm quite the beast. I mean, I was able to make that book disintegrate the spider, but relatively not harm you. I do believe I deserve a round of applause," he told her smugly, glancing around the room as if a bunch of people were supposed to jump out from behind shelves and start cheering and clapping. Then again, this was the library. Of course, he should have known he didn't have her fooled. She just seemed a bit too smart for her hair color. There he went, judging people by their hair color, even though his own hair was blond in its own way, "Psh, well you're no fun, are you?" he joked.

"Since you and me both don't seem to want to study ourselves to death, how 'bout we just sit and have a little chat? I mean, I can imagine you don't have anything better to do, hm?" he asked, raising a brow as he looked her over, "It's socially healthy," he added lamely. He had to admit, the girl wasn't a complete bitch. Her tone, though, suggested that she could possibly be a little harsh when she needed to. There was also just this.. way about her. She wasn't as perky and polite as he had wished, though, so he decided to begin his sentence in a different route, "So, how about you take that stick out of your ass and come take a seat," he flashed his charming smile again, which deepened the lines at the corners of his mouth as he motioned toward the seat across from him at the table.

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[bethany priscilla dalton]

"why am i getting the impression that 'everyone around here' thinks just the opposite?" beth asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow as she folded her arms across her chest and put her weight onto her right leg. first impressions made all the difference about how you perceived a person, and they were often quite difficult to change. having never met this guy before, she had nothing to compare him to and, since she didn't know his name, she didn't know if anybody had told her about him and what he was like before. as far as she was concerned, he was a strangely attractive hufflepuff with an odd sense of humour who enjoyed throwing books at unsuspecting young women.

"but yes, i am new, at least in comparison to everyone else that is," bethany replied. it wasn't uncommon for people to be curious of exactly who she was, and once they found out, they wanted to know all about her family and why they'd suddenly started coming to hogwarts. beth had a feeling it was the same for the rest of her family, and she wished she knew what it felt like for them. the arrangement was only short term for her, and no matter what her parents said, she would be leaving hogwarts this summer. they'd probably try and bully the headmaster into letting her and josh stay another year, but there was no way it would work. all of the staff treated them somewhat differently because of their parentage, but styx wasn't at all bothered about it. bethany wanted to know why before she left.

"as pleasant as that sounds, you're rather wrong. i do have better things to do, i've got exams to pass in the next few weeks and i've missed too much of the year not to study." he seemed to be returning somewhat to what bethany would have regarded normal, but there was no telling with him. how could you predict someone like him, it was practically impossible! "though you are right about not wanting to. and just so you know, i won't be taking any sticks out from anywhere except to defend myself against another of your imaginary spiders."

( WORD COUNT ) 364

[trevor anthony schumacher]

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"Because you like being difficult and wish to assume things that are obviously wrong," he stated smoothly, "And, apparently, you aren't the brightest crayon in the box. What are you, home schooled? You must be a Dalton," he sneered. Of course, he was honestly just guessing, and trying to be an ass at the same time. He knew there wee several people in the Dalton family that now attended Hogwarts, and that they were new. Also, they were home schooled. He would actually be impressed with himself if he was correct in calling her a Dalton, but he can imagine that he could have easily rubbed her the wrong way.

He had already met two Daltons already, Clarke and Arthur, and they seemed relatively fine, despite their families dislike of muggleborns. He never really went around bragging about his blood status, anyway, so most people wouldn't know he was a muggleborn unless he told them. That way, their first impression wasn't affected by something as silly as that, "Okay, well maybe you have other things to do, but they aren't any better than spending quality time with me," he told her, watching the blonde carefully, "Because I'm sure talking to me is more amusing than studying," he added. Weird, now he was having mood swings. One second he was saying something cruel, and now he was trying to get her to sit and talk.

"Don't you worry about those spiders. They know how vicious I am, now, so they won't dare come anywhere over here," he told her in a serious tone, "Here, let's do this. Let's study together, so then you'll still be doing something productive, but at the same time, being socially awesome," he compromised, "Really, it's a win win. I'm not that difficult to deal with. And I did save your life. If I were you, I'd be jumping at the chance to get to spend time with the person who just saved my life. I mean, it would be the least I could do in return," he babbled with a small shrug.

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[bethany priscilla dalton]

"well, it seems you know me better than i thought you did." then again, anybody could tell within just a few seconds of meeting beth that she was difficult and rather pessimistic in her approach. then he went and figured out she was a dalton, though his conclusion wasn't drawn from something she'd have liked. "yes, and proud of it thank you very much!" beth snapped at him, obviously not appreciative of his implying that she was thick because she was home schooled. so she might not have learnt the same things that they had, but she was far from stupid.

"amusing isn't going to help me pass my exams. if i can't study without you pouring a load of bullshit, then i'll just got back to my dormitory and study there." his false comment on her intelligence had struck a nerve, though most people didn't get the honour of actually frustrating her. the good looking ones were always the pricks, already in a relationship, or else gay, and trevor was looking as if he might be able to tick all three.

"i'm not so sure that being socially awesome is your forté, so i'll be declining your request to study. i need to be able to work without the possibility of being attacked, and i'm not talking about any of your imaginary spider friends." that was beth's major problem - whenever it looked as if she might have been making a friend, she randomly snapped and hated every bone in their body. who would've thought that chris weasley was right every once in a while?

( WORD COUNT ) 266

[trevor anthony schumacher]

THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED

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Trevor was actually quite shocked when he seemed to have hit the nail on the head. So, she was a Dalton? He had figured it was likely, but he still didn't want to assume anything.. though he did anyway. But now, he knew for sure. That was nice. He was beginning to like the Dalton family. They were just so.. interesting to him. He really had no other explanation. Apparently, she seemed very proud of the fact that she was a Dalton, too, and a bit defensive at that. They all seemed to be that way. They seemed to believe that power and some authority came with having that last name. It was oddly cute, somehow, "That's.. that's nice. The Daltons are chill, don't worry. I'm not hating on your family.. anymore. I love you all," he responded, lounging in his seat. Although she was home schooled, he knew that she was probably just as smart as the rest of them, and most likely more intelligent than himself.

"Wow, cranky much? Is it your time of month?" he snapped back, slightly agitated. Wow, she could be a little bitchy. So, he must have been correct on assuming she had a stick wedged up her ass, "I happen to have some extra tampons, if you need them. It's my time of month, too," he explained to her convincingly, though the smirk he was trying to hold in happened to appear, "If you lightened up a bit and let some amusement into your life, I bet you could actually do better on those exams," he told her with a small shrug.

"Wow, I thought we were becoming best friends, but apparently someone doesn't like making new friends, do they?" he muttered, shaking his head slightly. How was he going to deal with this one? Obviously, fight back somehow! He wasn't just going to let her walk out. That was just boring, "If I promise not to save your life anymore, would you be willing to study with me?" he asked in a sickly sweet tone, "Really, you should give me a chance. I could make you more intelligent.. but I bet that's not even possible, because you're too intelligent already," he told her with a huge, goofy grin. Now, maybe he could suck up to her, and she would act a bit nicer. Who knew.

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[bethany priscilla dalton]

"that's supposed to be a good thing!?" beth asked when he said that he loved all of the daltons. "i'd much rather you hated us, that's much easier to deal with, especially when the person in question is somebody like you." perhaps she was getting a little over reactive about the whole situation, but it was amusing her. she liked to argue, she liked to make a scene, and she liked to be the centre of attention. by the looks of things, this encounter was going to be particularly enjoyable and memorable for quite some time yet.

"and no, it is not my time of the month, and that's not even something you should be asking about!" she snapped back, before he carried on by saying that it was also his time of the month. what the hell was he on? "what, are you a weretwat or something, because as far as i'm aware you act like a twat all the time!" okay, she didn't know his name, but he obviously knew how to get to people, and was surprisingly calm considering he had someone yelling at him, even if it was hushed so as not to be kicked out of the library. that kind of composure only came with experience.

"i can quite safely assure you that i'll be getting plenty of outstanding's when it comes to the exams, but i doubt the same can be said for you." it might not match up with her apparent need to study in the eyes of some people, but she was the kind of person that wanted to check she could remember everything that she might need to know. "i'm perfectly open to new friends, but i prefer ones that aren't complete idiots." she'd given up on the idea of studying now, particularly with him anywhere near her, and she intended to leave within the next sixty seconds.

( WORD COUNT ) 317

[trevor anthony schumacher]

THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED

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"Yes?" he responded, though it came out more like a question instead of an answer, "Or do you like to be hated by everyone or something?" he asked in return, raising a brow. By the way she went about herself, he wouldn't be too surprised. She was probably one of those types of people who was an obnoxious bitch to a bunch of people and made herself tons of enemies. It must have been worse for her, since she was new to the school and all. She probably made herself thousands of enemies the first day if she had acted similar to the way she was acting now. Who knew, maybe this was one of her good days, "Okay, understandable.." he began in reply, "Though I am a bit offended by that statement," he added, "But so far you're the only one I may not like," he admitted. Was there a way to get on her good side?

"Well sorry for asking a simple question," he defended, not being able to stop the smirk from growing larger, just because her getting mad was funny. Pissing people off in general was just very amusing to him, "And, I do think I should know, because you should really warn people so they're ready to take on your rage," he added with a small shrug, "Psh, twat can be one word to describe me of many, though I really haven't heard that one used very much," he admitted, visibly amused by her outbursts. This was well worth not studying. He could study later. Like, say, midnight in his dorm. Yep, that's usually what he did anyway. Wait until the last minute, then hurry to catch up.

"Someome sure is.. sure of themselves, for being a home-schooled kid," he chuckled, "If you were a Ravenclaw, I wouldn't be surprised if you expected to get the best grades in the school," he added, "And, for your information, I have more confidence in myself for these exams than previous years before. I kind of actually wanna get out of here and not fail my seventh year or something," would they make him repeat seventh year if he managed to fail exams? Well, it wasn't something he was willing to find out, so he truly was trying to study a little harder for these last exams. Just think, he never had to take anymore, ever again! "Whoa, wait, seriously? I may be an idiot, but you can still be my friend," he defended, "I mean, really, I don't see you having many friends anyway, so you should take up my offer," he added.

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