Riskia was furious. Plain and simple. Livid was more of a better term- She'd just been released from Transfiguration, and was on her way to... someplace. Not really sure. The way she was walking, with her eyes darting around, she looked like a rabid animal waiting to find a place to die. No, she wasn't irrate about the fact that Harry and Hormine had been flirting for the better part of class, she could care less, Harry was just a friend. And that wasn't a lie she was telling herself. At the rrsent moment, there was no way a romantic relationship could be formed. Nothing was there.

No, what she was livid about (pissed would be a better term) was the fact that her split personality/alter eg0/ whatever/ Vera had pulled a hostile takeover during the lesson. By hostile take over, basicly, Riskia 'flipped' from her sane self to her alter ego. I am going to kill you. We've had this conversation; Suicide.
Fork. Toaster. I cannot believe you pulled that! I'd rather get some riends established before it becomes well known I am out of my God forsaken mind! Only the Professors know, and it needs to STAY that way. Well, if flipping was so easy, why was she spazzing out? Simple. The only way to 'flip back' was for Riskia to pass out anywhere for 5-10 minutes, which was what she was looking for. Although, the porfessor's didn't know about the passing out part- only the flipping.

Riskia was still fuming when Vera took them to a seemingly desrerted corridor, a place where hopfully she could pass out in peace. God. This was never fun. She just hoped no one found her. It was bad enough being the new-girl at your 6th year, but to be found out passed out in a desserted hallway?

Before Riskia could get another word in edge-wise, Vera flipped back, and it was lights out.

Papers scattered across the floor, and the unconcious body of Riskia fell to the floor, on her side, her thick mane of black hair streaming out every which-way, having been released from it's prision in transfiguration.

Riskia had been out for about 6 minutes when she felt -sensed was more like it- someone running...? That was what it felt like. She very faintly heard Harry's voice, somewhere far back in her mind. "Ris...Riskia? Wake up. C'mon, wake up. Enervate!" Did he just put a spell on her? Wait, what? Spell? What was going on? Right... Note to self; Kill Vera when possible.Suicidewas the ever annoying reply she heard in her head, closer this time, but not completely there. Her eyes shot open when Harry slapped, her, even though it was just more a tap, and skidded sideways, hitting her head on a wall.

"Ow..." She complained, rubbing the back of her head, blinking around, still slightly dazed from passing out.

"Harry?"

She gritted her teeth when he made the joke, cringing. Crap. "Seriously, though...what happened? I thought maybe you were Stunned, so I did the counter-spell. Not a bloody thing happened. So them, I tried to wake you up Muggle-style, and then you woke up,"

She took his hand, pulling herself up, then got out her wand, pulling her papers back into order... She looked down, and was debating weather or not to tell him... He would think she was crazy, no doubt... But his -or anyone else, for that matter- finding out on his own would be just as bad. She looked him in the eyes, with... fear? Yes, it was diffidently fear.

"Do you promise not to freak out? I mean it, why I passed out is kinda... weird, to say the least, and I'd rather you not run off thinking I'm a completely basket case."

"Um, no. Not a 6th sense thing... but it is possibly just as bad... I'm," She took a step back, an instinctive defensive move, and debated exactly what she was... "I'm a weird cross between schizophrenic and a split personality... cause the split, Vera, talks to me in my head..." She trailed off, her eyes widening at how crazy she did sound when she said ti out loud. "A good example would be in class today, you know how I acted kinda odd when I asked the Prof. if I could go first? Yeah, that wasn't me. That was Vera... And the only way for me to switch back is to pass out anywhere from 5 to 10 minutes, that's why you found me unconscious.The professors know, but none of the students do, other then you... Please, Harry, don't tell anyone. I mean it." The last part, when she asked him not to tell anyone, was more of a begging tone then commanding.

She cringed slightly, and took another step back when he slid down the wall. This could not end up well...
She just nodded after his each sentence.
"Yup, that's just about it in a nut-shell." She said, then her eyes slightly widened- She (normally) only twanged her southern accent when nervous, but that drawl had been ridiculous. Jesus Christ.
Then she smiled when he said he wouldn't tell. "Good, because if you ever did, I'd joyfully beat you death."She snorted, amused, when at his comment on how she was probably telling the truth since she would have better things to do then pass out in a corridor. "No way, there isn;t anything better then passing out in the hopes of another student finding you, so you can spin a tale about how you've completely lost your marbles
Idiot.
She heard run through her head at his question on weather or not Vera could hear them."Although her opinion of you is apparently not that high, hopefully you'll never have to meet her again so yeah... And I've had to deal with this pain since... oh... I was 14. Got into a fight with some prissy little girl who thought she was top dog. Although I did enjoy watching her get knocked off her pretty little throne."

Me? Way down south- Texas ranch in the pan-handle area... nothing to do there except ride horses and watch grass grow.
Phooey on me? I'm sorry, I missed the memo that we where in kindergarten.She scowled slightly when he said that if anyone else had come, he would have hid her- though for reasons more her own then anything. Well, it wouldn't be that hard. I mean, just look at me! She said jokingly, gesturing to herself- she was short at 5'3, so it really wouldn't take much. She smirked, grinning with satisfaction as the memory flooded back. Yup, it is. Revenge is a dish best served cold, if I remember correctly.

She grinned at the comment about Taco;
"Not quiet, but one of the horses, Harry... no.. it was Hank... Dusty? Nope, defiantly Hank. Anyway, I was feeding one of the horses, named Harry, coincidentally, who was stalled next to Hank, and the stupid horse took my ham sandwich, since apparently he was tired of waiting for his food, and settled for mine. "
She frowned at that, remembering her shock and utter confusion when he snatched her sandwich out of her hand, and started to eat it- and there was no mistaking that he knew he was eating meat- Risika always put a ton of meat in them.
"As for the moving to the U.K., I was home schooled in witchcraft and all that jazz, but when I got into the fight I might have hexed her. It was dark alley, there where no witnesses. Though in my defense the hex was accidental. Anyway, my dad got transferred for.. whatever the hell it he's doing, and they decided to send me here instead of continuing to home school me. Stacey and Lacey are to old for schooling, so I was the only one enrolled, though we all moved with mom and dad."
When she said she might have, it meant she that she did, she just wasn't 100% up to admitting to it.