Snake in the grass (Albert/open)

[MELANA KARINA DOBREVA]

Melana was tired. After all of the travelling she'd had to do yesterday, coming to Hogwarts all the way from Bulgaria, and a full day of lessons today, she felt like she might fall asleep on her feet. Instead of heading for the common room after her last class of the day, she decided some fresh air would probably be the best thing for her, rather than staring at other tired faces.

She had been walking around the grounds for about half an hour, reveling in the solitude and peace, but her feet were starting to feel like a pair of lead weights, and so she stopped at the nearest tree, pulling her long black cardigan around her torso to protect from the cool early evening breeze. The grass was dry, thanks to the sun that still shone brightly in the sky, heading quickly for the western horizon, where it would soon set over the Quidditch pitch in the distance. Melana flopped down at the base of the large oak tree, her jeans sinking into the lush grass, the trainers on her feet being pulled off and placed neatly beside her as she took a moment to wiggle her sore toes.

Yep, she could definitely sleep here. Not that she would, but it was tempting, as she leaned her head back against the tree and allowed her eyes to close for a second. Leaving herself open and vulnerable like that, though, was not something she had any intentions of doing. This little excursion was meant to perk her up a bit, not make her fall asleep in the grass. Forcing her eyes back open, she yawned, a shudder running through her whole body with the effort. At least there was no one around to disturb her or wear her out even more. Whatever poor unfortunate soul did find her would be in for a snappy ride, given that she was always highly moody when tired. No... it was better she stayed on her own for a while. For everyone's sake.

[ALBERT MCLAGGEN]

Albert was dressed in a tight white shirt, and his school uniform pants, as soon as class had finished he had taken the liberty of freedom to release himself of the horrible polyester thread shirt. Of course his father being a rich man, would of bought him cotton, but that just wasn't him was it? His father was the man who kept the money all to himself, unless he could share it to benefit himself. He was always trying to find business. Mundugus fletcher was a regular at the dinner table in his house.

The first day of lessons had been rather boring he had sought solitude in the tree just beyond the shadows, anyone who had been paying any real attention would of noticed the young strapping slytherin sitting in the tree, but yet a fellow snake had wandered so willingly into his hallow. Although he wasn't going to eat her, like an acromantula would, he wasn't all that happy that someone would willingly disturb his peace.

He couldn't decide if he wanted to show himself, or sit and wait for her to leave. The bark of the tree was starting to irritate his back and he didn't really have much feeling in his legs at the moment. He moved carelessly, and ended up losing his balance. Saving himself was something he had managed to do although he was in immediate danger. He legs he had managed to hook onto the tree branch, with in all had caused him to dangle upside down in front of Melena, in all loss and confused he had been rendered speechless, just thought of this situation would make it rather awkward. "Oh... Hi Mel" He was someone who didn't really give a damn about someone's preferred name, he would call them whatever he wanted to call them.

[MELANA KARINA DOBREVA]

There was a rustle, like a strong breeze disturbing the branches above her, and Melana opened one eye, just to be sure, only to find herself staring at the upside-down face of Albert McLaggen. Letting out a startled squeal, she scrunched herself up against the tree instinctively, before forcing herself to take a few deep breaths and calm down. What in Merlin's name was he doing!?

Gaping at him, with a look of utter confusion, she brought her gaze upwards, to where his feet were hooked over the branch above her. The rustling had obviously been him, falling out of the tree, though he had - she had to admit, skillfully - managed to save himself. Pulling herself together after the minor shock, she quirked a dark eyebrow at him, wondering why he hadn't announced his presence before now, since he blatantly would have seen her approaching the tree.

"Way to make an entrance, Bert," she drawled, feeling a little annoyed that he had successfully taken her by surprise, though unable to get angry with him due to the hilarity of his current predicament. He had to feel embarrassed. His face was one of cool, calm, collected serenity, as if he had meant to hang upside down from the branch, and she wondered how he pulled it off. She had witnessed his arrogance more than enough last year, and knew full well that he would never admit to feeling stupid, but it did amaze her, the self-control he had.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for some sort of magnificently dramatic explanation to pour from his lips. Either that, or he would shrug and move on. She wasn't quite sure yet, but she wished he would get down. Or that she had a working camera. Having a picture of this moment would benefit her greatly for the rest of the year, as far as having a hold over someone went.

[ALBERT MCLAGGEN]

The rustle would of surely startled her, he didn't really mean to alert her of his presence, he was going to drop out of the tree silently and waltz away, like a snake in the grass, but sure enough he had lost his balance which was weird for the Quidditch player to do so, and she let out a squeal of shock. "Well I doubt there was any need in deafening me." His voice had a tone of sarcasm that could only mean he was feeling vicious.

His eyebrow was raised, or dropped. If he was the right way up, it would of been raised. The girl was staring at him as if he had just battled an acrumantula without his wand. Which was just insane to think about it. "Always the one who has have the attention you know me." He un-hooked his feet and span in the air, landing perfectly on his feet, a smirk on his face. In fact, fighting an acrumantula was something exactly what the young slytherin would do. Dropping out of the tree was nothing, embarrassment just bounced right off Al like he was a magnet that was repelling it.

What was he doing? He had come here to finish his thought train that had been interrupted in Runes, when someone knocked him on the arm so hard, though it was accidental. He had almost punched the guy back, he couldn't remember what he was thinking about when the accident happened. Not even the cool breeze on his face while he was in his tree. He had been climbing the same tree since his first year in Hogwarts and no one had bothered to come find him in his hiding place, so why now did someone come bother him. "I was thinking before you came and distracted me" He huffed as she dropped himself down into a sitting position beside her.