Magic, Cuddles, and Friendship (Sasha/Lottie)

Charlotte was fairly certain that this was the way she was supposed to go to find the art classroom. It was up, right? And she was going up? Or had she gone too far up? She couldn't quite remember which floor it was on exactly. She barely remembered this floor. Maybe that was a hint that it wasn't the floor she was supposed to be going on.

Oh goodness she was lost, wasn't she?

Turning a corner, Charlotte found herself standing in front of a door, the title Guidance Counselor written on the door. Maybe the Guidance Counselor could tell her where the Art Room was? Before she had a chance to knock on the door however, someone stepped out.

She blinked a few times, taking in the appearance of the girl in front of her. "Er...hi."

One would think that time would pass faster if you've endured so much of it already, she thought bitterly. The guidance counsellor's words fell on deaf ears.

"Mumble mumble Sasha mumble mumble mumble you must learn to behave yourself mumble mumble this is utterly unacceptable mumble mumble mumble the headmistress and I think it would be best if mumble mumble maybe you should make a habit of consulting a teacher if another student is giving you a hard time instead of mumble mumble beating him up with a chair..."

Sasha wondered vaguely how much more trouble she might get into if she walked out of there and the batty coot was unconscious on the floor. She was sure she could do it, there had to be something a shinigami could do to shut up insufferable souls.

"...I've scheduled for you to come again next week mumble mumble you may go now, Sasha." Sasha blinked, standing up and stretching, feeling pins and needles shoot up and down her legs. Without a second's hesitation, she strode to the door and wrenched it open to get out of there as quickly as she could. She'd lost enough brain cells as it was. She hadn't expected to find a girl standing right outside, however, hand poised as if she was about to knock.

"What?" she snapped without thinking, arms crossing over her chest defensively out of reflex. "What do you want?"

As soon as she spoke, Charlotte jumped, quite literally, causing a bright red to spread across her face. She didn't quite know why she was so embarrassed, but she was. And Kyuubi did it scare the life out of her!

"I-I was just looking for the art room," she stammered, finding her words finally and giving a nervous laugh. "I-I kind of got lost looking for it! I knew it wasn't on the first floor and I'm fairly certain it's not on the second floor but I don't actually know where it's on the fourth floor or the third floor and which floor is this again I can't quite remember I only really know where the roof is because you know you just keep going up until you can't go up any longer-!" she felt her voice begin to weaken, running out of breath.

Well. that went well.

"Do you know where the art room is?" she asked, tugging on the plait that was hanging over her shoulder, trying to recover her composure. Loosing it wasn't something that happened often.

Sasha sighed, raising a hand to signal something like shut up now to the girl. "Save it, blondie. What do I care if you get lost? It isn't my problem," unless you were dead, first. "You came to the here for help, though?" She shook her head, playing disappointed. "I know it says 'guidance counsellor' on the door, but you should know first that she gives anything but guidance." Sasha was sure to raise her voice so the woman inside could hear her.

"It's downstairs," Sasha brushed a stray strand of black hair out of her face, the expression of utter boredom on her face. "Third floor, left of the music classroom. You should know that," she said, irritably. "You're on the wrong floor, blondie. Explain to me how you could get that wrong."

Save it blondie? Save it blondie?! Who the hell did this girl think she was, telling Charlotte to save it? And she wasn't entirely sure if she was supposed to be offended by the 'blondie' comment, but the tone certainly implied she was.

At least she told her where the art room was. Kind of. Charlotte was a bit too busy having anger building up inside her to really care.

"Well excuse me, Miss High and Mighty, some of us haven't been wandering round the school building enough to be able to remember where each individual classroom is, some of us have been busy being outside, rather than being all grumpy guts to the poor Guidance Counselor! That is someone who has dedicated their lives to trying to help people, you should show some respect rather than being all negative nancy!"

"Excuse you for not wandering around the school buildings enough to be able to remember where each individual classroom is, then," Sasha said, giving a small mock-curtsey when blondie called her 'Miss High and Mighty'. She decided she might actually warm to the title, with time. There was a nice sort of ring to it.

Sasha fought to hide her smile of mirth. "Grumpy guts?" she echoed, almost incredulous. "Negative nancy? Well, maybe she just isn't trying hard enough, then. She certainly hasn't been helping me very much."

Ugh. Ugh. This girl was so frustrating! Charlotte made sure that she glared good and hard, not appreciating the comments or sarcasm or anything one bit! Her face was still a bit pink, but that was more from anger now than embarrassment. Ugh!

"Don't be such a wise-ass! And you are a grumpy guts! And a negative nancy! And everything else!" she declared, planting her hands on her hips.

She was a bit stumped at the comment about the guidance counselor. Charlotte kind of felt obligated to be a bit sympathetic, seeing as it meant that the girl must've had a problem. Her anger faltered for a moment, undecided on how to go on.

"Well maybe you should stop being so negative and she might find it easier to help," Charlotte decided on, crossing her arms and attempting to be calmer.

Sasha gave up trying not to laugh. "And everything else? What else is there?" She started counting off on her fingers. "Wise-ass, grumpy guts, negative nancy... What else? Prissy bitch?" Her laugh turned a little shriller, a little more hysterical.

She crossed her arms, matching the girl move for move. "You've known me for, what, no more than five minutes, now? How can you say I'm negative after only five minutes?" She jabbed a finger the other girl's shoulder, not hard enough that it would bruise, but only just so she'd still feel it. "You rush too quickly into conclusions. For all you know, you could've just caught me in a bad time right now. I could be the happiest, most cheerful person around, just not right now, and you wouldn't know, because you've already had me ruled out as a 'negative nancy'."

That laugh was so not natural. Charlotte wasn't sure she'd ever heard a laugh like that before. Well, she had, but actually hearing it from someone she was talking to was different to just observing someone laugh hysterically.

"I rush too quickly to conclusions?" she wasn't entirely sure where all this anger was coming from, but the girl in front of her just pissed her off. "You started it! There's a difference between having a bad day and just being plain rude! Sure if you'd been having a bad day I could let you off with it, but there is no excuse for being rude! None!"

No one calls her blondie. She is not blonde. She's just...slightly fairer than she was supposed to be.

"Now you're making things up," she said, putting on her best hurt-slash-condescending tone. "I did not do anything to 'start it', you were the one who started calling me hurtful names." She raised an eyebrow, anticipating the girl's next move. "Blondie isn't hurtful, it's factual. If that isn't blonde hair I see, I don't know what is."

Sasha shrugged, smile turning sickly-sweet and innocent. "What? I think I was being pretty polite, don't you? Besides, doesn't being shipped off to the office of the Queen of loonies not count as a bad day? My, you're a hard one to please. Will you never be satisfied?"

"It-it's the way you said it!" Charlotte defended, feeling her cheeks warm up. "You said it like it was a bad thing! There's nothing wrong with my hair!" something she'd repeated to herself many times over. "All you had to do was tell me where the room was, you didn't need to be mean about it!"

Charlotte scowled back at the sweet smile on the girl's face. "No. I don't," she hesitated for a moment at the mention of the Guidance counsellor's office, wondering whether or not she was being too judgemental. Whatever the girl was doing there was probably not pleasant.

"I-I guess, but I still don't think that warrants being rude. That's like taking your problems out on others," yes. That's what it was. She was still in the right here. "What were you-!"

She choked the question off. That wasn't any of her business. It wasn't her place to ask the girl why she was in the Guidance Counsellor's office. And the question probably wouldn't be appreciated.

Sasha crossed her arms over her chest. "It's not a bad thing unless you want it to be. You were the one who chose to take it badly; I had nothing to do with it. Now, on the other hand, if I was to tell you your blonde hair very closely resembled straw, that would be a bad thing." She tutted herself at the very thought. "That would be very bad. And very rude. And very mean. And I'm just not that type of person." Sasha flashed a smirk, almost daring the girl to contradict her.

She couldn't deny the bit about taking her anger out on others, because in a way, she was. She bit her lip in a rare moment when her harsh demeanor faltered and gave way ever-so-slightly, but in another instant, her face was wiped of emotion and eyes cold and ruthless once again. "I beat a kid up with a chair," she deadpanned. "This is the third time I've been having trouble," she spat the word out like it tasted bad in her mouth, "with another student, so I was sent here."

Charlotte silently fumed as the girl began tearing her to shreds. She was wrong. It was the tone that she used that made it an insule, not how Charlotte took it. If she hadn't used that tone Charlotte wouldn't have taken it bad! Though that wasn't entirely true. How many people heard of blond foxes after all. Resembling a straw, what?! Who even was this girl?

She glared as hard as she could as the girl smirked at her, sucking in a large breath and trying to think of what to say. She couldn't really, so she just stuck out her tongue.

She wasn't feeling so tough when the girl said she'd beaten someone up with a chair. What kind of person beat other people up with chairs? "O-oh," she kept her head high, trying not to let it show that it bugged her a little. "Maybe you should stop beating up people with chairs then. Might stop you getting in trouble. There's no reason why such violence would be needed."

Sasha rolled her eyes. Honestly, she thought, stifling the urge to walk over and smack the girl over the head for being so utterly stupid. "It's not like I have a whole range of things in which I can beat people up with to choose from, around me, now do I?" she snapped, irritated. To even think she was going to let up with the insults for a second. Time in which a person could spend living was so precious; there was no time to be wasted on being stupid. Idiocy deserved only the worst of her wrath.

"So you think I should go around beating people up with baseball bats, then?" She asked, impatiently. "Violence is only only way of getting a point across quickly and effectively. If you bash something in with a little bit of force," here, Sasha mimed bashing something in with a sledgehammer, "it tends to stick there better and longer, and for very often, the rest of one's life. Lessons need to be taught quickly and effectively. There is no time for dwadling around and wasting time."