Riskia's head turned from its position in the chair when she heard something slam. Her back arched as she tried to get a good look at who it had been. The pale, almost liquid paper skinned girl was laying in a chair, her back on the part that most people sat on, the back of her neck resting on the Armrest. Her legs where thrown over the back of the chair at an angle, her body angled at her waist. Her black, waist length hair was pooled on the floor, at the side. God forbid someone step on it, there would be hell to pay. After arching her back far enough, she was able to move her head enough to see who it was...Oh, just Snape. D.A.D.A. and Potions kid, if she remembered correctly.

Her knowledge of the students at this school was limited; She had been home-schooled in witchcraft and wizardry by her parents, when they where home, and Stacey and Lace when they went traveling. Although she was home schooled in W&W, she had gone to a muggle school, since the district they lived in was up-tight about that crap.

Hmm...And to think...if maybe, maybe she hadn't gone, she wouldn't be dealing with this problem.I am not a "problem" as you put it so lightly, nor am I a condition, I am a part of you, and that's that.Ugh! Enough of this, we have this conversation everyday for crying out loud. Then we go on to the 'they only way for me to get rid of you is suicide, and even if I could do it without killing myself, it would still be form of suicide, or something like that...Just get over yourself and go away. Yes, Riskia had a split personality, or an Alter-ego, call it what you will. Although it prefers the name "Vera." Apparently she is what results in getting in a alley way fight with some stuck up preppy brat.

She thingyed one of her delicate eyebrows when Snape growled at some kid, her eyes amused,a slight shadow of a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth; the 1st year had ran like the devil himself was chasing after him. Well now someone had a bad day. She thought amused at the fuming male across from her.

Bad day, huh?

Her words had the very distinct southern, or, more specifically speaking, Texan accent, a slightly amused tone to them. The words also weren't a question, they where a statement. Anyone could tell he'd had a crappy day by his face, and the gossip girls help considerably.

Some 4th year k now-it-all preppy girls start screeching excitedly about something, but when Riskia righted herself to glare at them, the second they saw her ice gaze, they shut up. She then sat back down on the chair sideways, her head back on the armrest, her long legs hanging off the other end.

"What to talk about it?"

Again her voice had an amused southern accent, a hint of a musicality to it. She knew once she got started, the only way to calm down was to talk about it, but she had had her sisters for that.

She had prepared herslf to a firery come-back when he started growling at her, and then cooled jer jets when he saw it was her. Then he agreed, and told her about what had happened to him; She\'s been there for the lessons and the oatmeal, but not the other things. Her lips where pressed together to keep from laughing. That almost topped the day when Riskia had missed the bus to school, forgot her luch and choir money on the counter, had gotten her monthly \"gift\" at school, had left her cell phone at home, AND had had painful cramps all day, which was saying something because she has an alarmingly high pain tollerance.
Dear god...That almost tops this one day I had in the 7th grade...Almost, though.Virtually everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.She just shook her head, amused at both his crappy day and her own three years ago. But...Okay...She had to admit it...The expression on his face when Mister President dumped the oatmeal on his head had been priceless.
Your day sucked. You should have stayed in bed. Good thing you didn\'t have the toliet paper in your shoe thing, or you might have lost your mind. ANd my day wasn\'t near as \"eventful\" as yours. Although my potion was bit lighter then it should of been, but I guess she didn\'t notice.The look in her eyes clearly conveied the \'because she was too busy getting on your tail about your potion being orange.\'\"And no I haven\'t seen you dad after D.A.D- For the love of Christ and all things holy; will you three please shut up?!
She hadn\'t seen his dad since after class, then those three little brats started schreeching about something or another again. God that hurt! Some people\'s ears where realy sentive about the high-pitched squealing. She had grabbed the head of the chair, and whipped her self up, and apperntly Riskia\'s glare and the tone in her voice -used mainly for the horses that where in trouble during riding lessons- had made them scamper off to their room. She settled back into her chair. Just then her Calico came prancing in, tail raised high, and hoped into Riskia\'s lap. The cat rubbed her face against Riskia\'s hand, then jumped over to where Harry was sitting, and started rubbing against him.

Well now that wasn\'t something you saw every day. Abbeyy had willing gone up to another person, without the intent of clawing their face off. She was such a fickle thing. Abbeyy was truley the Slytherian Princess, no matter what anyone else said. Soon after though, Abbeyy got bored of the boy, and jumped back to her misteress, shoving her head under Riskia\'s hand, demading attention.Sorry about that, my ears are sentive to loud high-pictched noises, and those girls wheren\'t helping any. But no, I haven\'t seen your dad. Odd...Abbeyy actually likes you, that\'s a first.