Motivation ⌁ Tom Riddle ✔

47

"How are you so sure this is going to work?" Abigail furrowed her eyebrows, sucking in a deep breath as she peered around Caitlyn's shoulder on the dormitory steps.

Caitlyn simply huffed, like the stuck up person she was, as though Abigail didn't know what she was talking about. "It will work. Amateur."

"She's right," Alison rolled her eyes, siding with Abigail, which added to her satisfaction. "What if it isn't Chris and Billy who walk through first? What if somebody else comes in and falls for it?"

"Will you shut up with all the questions, Bell?" Caitlyn whispered angrily, scowling at Alison who made herself known over Abigail's shoulder. Abigail couldn't help but feel Alison had a fair point. "Honestly, if I knew you were this full of negativity, I'd have forced you into bed myself." She made a swift glance at the clock above the fireplace, which read half past midnight.

"Where did they go again?" Alison frowned, ignoring Caitlyn's fire.

"Detention, where else would they be coming from, you dimwit?" Caitlyn scoffed, pulling a pathetic face as she spoke, mocking how much of an idiot she believed that Alison was.

Abigail watched as Alison pulled a face in return, using a tone as though, also, speaking to an idiot, or someone who had just said something incredibly stupid. "Oh, gee, let's think for a second, why don't we? Maybe the library? A lot of people go there!"

"When there are no classes therefore no point in studying? Especially this late, use your common sense," Caitlyn retorted.

"Ever heard of reading freely? Entertainment purposes! Passing time! Us Ravenclaw's, in case you didn't realise with your pathetic little brain being clouded with idiocy, like to keep our minds at work. We study no matter what. The more knowledge, the better. And quite frankly, sweetheart, I don't know what you're passing at at this rate. Many would agree with Slytherin."

Caitlyn shuffled around dangerously slowly, pushing Abigail out of the way with a small push with her palm, as though closing a door. Abigail sighed in annoyance, her senses not required to know a fight was about to break out. She didn't bother trying to stop it from happening; every time she did it never, ever made a difference. It was only common knowledge that Alison and Caitlyn would never get along, but rather share the mutual hatred together.

"Quit talking to me like I'm not a Ravenclaw just as you are, you goblin," Caitlyn growled slowly, getting right in Alison's face, trying to intimidate her.

"Do yourself a favour, run along upstairs, and brush your fangs, you evil hag," Alison fired, holding her head high so she could eye Caitlyn down.

Abigail sighed again. It had been this way ever since Caitlyn and Alison had started talking to each other mid-way through the term. They never seemed to agree on anything, but Abigail didn't need Alison to know that it was always Caitlyn who started the arguments. Alison would simply speak her mind, or suggest something, and Caitlyn would turn it into war.

"Guys, come on," Abigail tried calming them down. "They could be here any minute, now."

Abigail was easily brushed off again and shouldered backwards by Caitlyn threatening to punch Alison in the nose. Alison gasped instantly once she had noticed the fist clenched, halfway raised in the air. Reaching for Caitlyn's arm, Abigail shoved them apart, standing between the two. Caitlyn's temper was definitely something not to be fueled, adding Alison's fire was only always making things worse.

"Stop it," Abigail whisper yelled, having considered the sleeping students still in bed just upstairs. Fighting would only, quite obviously, wake them up.

"If you think," Caitlyn started, eyeing Alison down as though Abigail hadn't parted them in the first place nor said a thing, "that you can insult me and get away with it, clearly someone needs a little rethinking to do."