My Good Side (c)

[jovian rowle]

Jovian wasn't the type to go to the kitchens between meals. He ate like a bird and thought eating in the Great Hall was rather sloppy - he would prefer if it were at a proper table, with silver encrusted cutlery and platinum candle holders like he was used to. It was around eight o'clock in the evening and it wasn't his turn to do prefect duties tonight. With an hour left before curfew and his stomach unsettled, he decided to go to the kitchens to try and get a cup of tea. There was no way he was going to admit to having the pain in his stomach; feeling as though that was unsightly, so he hoped that no other students would be there.

Fortunately, there wasn't.

The house elves asked young sir what he wanted, and they promptly got to it. Jovian didn't like house elves. He felt as though their unwavering loyalty to humans and high-pitched squeaking was unappealing, and that far too many witches and wizards felt sorry for them nowadays. Whatever. They would always be beneath him, as far as he was concerned.

He slipped into a stool before the kitchen counters and spotted a copy of The Daily Prophet nearby. He felt a tick of annoyance when he saw the Potters a few pages in, and decided to shut it after all. The whole lot of that family greatly irked him. Just when his tea was delivered with a small, heart-shaped ginger biscuit; there was movement from the portrait hole and someone else was coming through to the kitchen.

Jovian looked over his shoulder, anticipating someone he didn't want to see. But then, he was pleasant surprised...

"Professor?"

raven carter

[raven carter]

The Head of Slytherin had run out of her favourite ginger biscuits, and was on her way to the kitchens. Her long, purple cloak flowed out behind her as she marched through the entrance hall, down some steps and into the basement. Some children were heading back to their common rooms, laughing and poking fun at each other. She smiled, and headed straight for the portrait of the fruit.

Tickling the pear, she slipped into the kitchens. One house elf knew what she was after and scurried to fetch it. Raven looked surprised when she saw a young man from her house. She sat down next to him, a calm but strict gaze in her hazel eyes. "Now then, Jovian. What are you doing here? You should be in the common room after dinner." She pointed out, as she helped herself to some grapes. She wasn't angry, but she wasn't pleased either. She wouldn't hesitate to deduct house points for rule breaking.  "Come on, I'm waiting." She said, drumming her nails on the wooden table.

[jovian rowle]

Despite how he sucked up to them all, Jovian didn't like all the professors at Hogwarts. There were some who were typical wizard trash who hadn't bought a new pair of robes for at least a decade and their classrooms smelt of mothballs. But Professor Carter was one that he liked especially. She was slim, young, beautiful and difficult to fault. Also she was the head of Slytherin - his house - so they seemed to have an understanding of one another to a certain level. He just never really understood why she taught Care of Magical Creatures... surely, that was a waste of her talent.

Jovian rounded his eyes innocently, shaping surpise. "I'm sorry, Professor. I thought it would be okay," He confessed, and was now actually panicking a little. He couldn't have anything tainting his clean record - not now. "Honestly, I thought the kitchens were open to students as long as it was before curfew..." And that wasn't a lie. He'd hardly ever been inside the kitchens, so he didn't really know the rules. The sorts of people he associated with weren't the types to scoff their faces between meals: they all ate as though they were constantly sick with the flu. Beauty had it's prices.

"Should I... go?" He asked, desperately trying to claw his way back to her good side.

raven carter

[raven carter]

Professor Carter smiled, and tucked a stray lock of brunette hair behind her left ear. "No, its fine as long as you don't gauge yourself." she said. The house elf that was tending to her, scurried back with a basket full of ginger biscuits. She snatched them off the filthy creature, and sent it a scowl. The elf whimpered in fear, and went back to it's duties.

Raven turned her attention, back to her handsome student. In truth he was her favourite and always was. "Don't worry, I won't say anything. If you were a Gryffindor, or any other student who wasn't as Slytherin, I wouldn't be so lenient." she said, pouring them some pumpkin juice. "So, is there anything on your mind?" she asked, looking at him intensely. Honestly, he looked like he wanted to ask her something, and she would press until she got the question out of him.

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