Couldn't you just grow up?

[LOGAN AMOS SHACKLEBOLT]

So what we go out
That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

Logan... Was Logan. That being said, he had better things to do than what he was supposed to doing. Which had actually involved a certain young lady he couldn't quite remember the name of, and a lot of booze. He had made a deal, which he hadn't cashed in on yet. He had to decide what it was, but the girl was impatient, so he had to get started. He knew what he wanted, but he wanted her to beg. Yes, that made it more fun. And he'd decided to start with the alcohol. Alcohol loosened them up every time. Every teenager needed to hang back with some vodka and schnapps sometimes.

Unfortunately he hadn't really said when she should stop, because he'd thought she'd been the type to drink... often. But he was wrong. Which meant that eventually... It wasn't as fun. He could have done so many things, after a certain point, but he didn't. Which is probably the most noble thing he'd ever done, but you really couldn't call it that. Not that he did anything about her getting so drunk for a while. He'd just lit a cigarette when she had passed out, and he wanted to finish it. But once it was out, he took her from the room of requirements to the Gryffindor common room. Luckily most people were still at dinner, and he didn't get noticed.

He did, however, end up missing the prefects meeting his darling sister was conducting over dinner that night. Who the fuck misses dinner to go to some stupid fucking meeting? he thought bitterly as he left the common room and walked down to the fifth floor towards where the meeting that had just ended, and accepted the fact that Violetta was going to kill him. Oh well, wouldn't be the first time. He flung the door open and swaggered in. "Sup, sis? What'd I miss?"

[/color] He probably reeked of booze and cigarettes, but what else was new? Vi was probably used to it by now anyway. He sat down in a chair and kicked his feet up, waiting for the explosion.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[VIOLETTA CELESTE SHACKLEBOLT]

how misery loves me ,

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Violetta thought the meeting had gone pretty well. Yes, she knew it was held during dinner, but she'd gotten permission from the Headmaster. She'd provided dinner as well, so she didn't see why people would be complaining. Granted, most of the Prefects were people she knew. Okay, she knew all of them and thought they weren't too bad a Prefect. Except for the one that just stepped in. He had been glaringly absent during the meeting. It didn't help that he was her brother. She supposed making him a Prefect had been the Head of House way of trying to make him grow up and take more responsibility, but it was not working. Not one bit. This wasn't the first meeting he had missed. If he was in some other house, Vi might have asked the seventh year Prefect to handle him. But as it was, he was a Gryffindor.

She wrinkled her nose as the smell that Logan brought in reached her. “You stink.” Violetta said. “We both know you really don't care about what you missed, so I'm not going to answer that. If you actually cared, you'd have showed up. But no, you turn up after the meeting ended. So why bother coming at all?” Vi told him, getting a little riled up. “Did I mention you smell? Merlin, why do you insist on doing this? Can't you even show up for a bloody meeting? Why are you even a Prefect?” The brunette asked, resisting the urge to throw something at her younger brother.

She had been standing in the middle of the room, tidying up and it was oh so easy to just aim a cushion at him or make the chair lose its legs. But she resisted. When she told Tony that she couldn't yell, she might have been lying. Violetta could yell at Logan if she wanted to. Another year of dealing with Logan and she just might. Have him continue doing what he was doing now and she certainly would scream at him in the middle of the school. Now that wouldn't been too good for her reputation.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution

[LOGAN AMOS SHACKLEBOLT]

So what we go out
That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

By the way Vi looked at him when he first walked in, he could tell he was going to get reemed. He always did when it came to Vi, even at home. He just couldn't do anything right, so he'd given up a long time ago. He had gotten so good at just shrugging it all off, but he eventually got tired of being yelled at. Maybe he'd just leave. Why'd he even show up anyway? He knew that it was over. Maybe he just didn't want to be around when the girl woke up...

Logan thought about her next question. His thought process was a little slower than normal, but not much. He had a high tolerance by now. "I just wanted to see my darling sister do what she's oh so good at!" he said, sounding innocent, which he had mastered so long ago. However, he knew it wouldn't work on his sister. Oh well, he did it anyway. "The hell if I know Violetta, ask the one who did it. Think I want to be one? Fuck that! This shit is stupid. What is being head girl going to get you in life?" he wasn't yelling. He was actually quite calm. But he didn't feel like having her scream at him.

He knew Vi wasn't going to do anything to tarnish her perfect reputation. She wouldn't yell in public, and she wasn't going to make him do anything worthwhile. He was rather hopeless in her eyes, and she just didn't know how to deal with him. He put his feet down and stood up. He wanted to help her tidy things up, but he wasn't sure where everything went. "Does her royal Princess of Bolts need help? I am your humblest servant, since I'm so pathetic and below you," he said, with utmost sarcasm. He just didn't know how else to be.

[VIOLETTA CELESTE SHACKLEBOLT]

how misery loves me ,

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“Right.” Violetta muttered. She knew Logan could care less for her being Head Girl. If Logan was a normal student, Violetta wouldn't feel as responsible for him. Sure, she'd still care about what he did, make sure he didn't do silly things. But now that he was a Prefect, she needed to ensure that he didn't go around deducting points from students he didn't like just because of the way they looked or because they were in a house he didn't like. Vi waved her wand around, making the place tidy. Because if she wasn't doing something, she was going to strangle Logan.

Violetta didn't want to go up to the Headmaster or her Head of House and ask why Logan was a Prefect. She didn't question authority like that. She'd been thinking of ways to subtly ask, but had yet to come up with anything that wouldn't seem like she was an idiotic student asking why her brat of a brother was a Prefect. “Having the Head Girl position helps prepare me for the working world. I can show that I have organizational skills, that I can, for the most part, control a group of students and lead them.” Vi told Logan. “But you're not interested in that, are you? Because this crap is silly and just taking time away from whatever it is you do.”

Violetta sighed when Logan used her nickname. It always amazed her how it sounded like a good thing when Tony used it and made her sound like a complete spoiled person when Logan said it. “I do not think you're below me, Logan.” She said truthfully. He just needed to find one thing that he was good at and excel at it. Vi looked around and saw that she'd missed some glasses on the table near to her brother. “Those glasses near you. Clean them and keep them back into the cupboard.” She told him, pointing to one behind her.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution