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[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan was walking through the school, far from aimless.

He had only been at this school for a few days and was already finding it quite an experience. Amongst the commotion with his second-cousin, the school had been alerted to his intelligence and magical ability. Ryan saw this as a great opportunity - he was used to being brought to the greatest schools of his country, but now was different. This was his first flavour of magic, and he couldn't shake a sense of anger that he'd been kept in the dark about his talent during what he considered the most potential learning years of his life.

His feet steps rhythmically across the floor, looking into each classroom with interest. It was clear that he was looking for something, but was far too stubborn to ask one of the many people around what for.

[Thorn Farrow]

Thorn was majorly bored. And he wanted to play. Usually that meant hell for whoever he chose to play with. And todays lucky victim was Ryan.

He snuck up behind the boy in the hallway, poking him in the back. It wasnt hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get his attention.

"TAG! YOURE IT!" He yelled, running off in the other direction in a fit of giggles. He slipped around the corner, his feet almost going out from underneath him.

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan blinked, looking out after the boy hardly being able to believe him. Wasn't this meant to be an elite school? He'd been lead to believe that this was the creme de la creme of the magical world, and so far it didn't impress... Mind you, all the schools he went to had their idiots - sometimes the expensive and best reputation ones had the worst. "I don't think I've played tag since I was seven... For a good reason"

[Thorn Farrow]

Thorn peeked around the corner, creeping up on the boy. His head was tilted to the side questioningly.

Then he smirked, drawing the boys hands over his head and pinning him to the wall. He held them there, pressing down hard on his wrists.

If there was one thing he hated, it was a stuck up brat.

"Play with me.." He whispered to him, a devious look in his eyes. "Now."

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan looked down at him, feeling his arms being pushed back and putting up little struggle. He had dealt with bullies and children all of his life, and there was no way that he would give in to his demands. "Play what? See how many times we can complete a pointless repetitive run?" he asked with a slight smirk, pushing his wrists back to free himself.

[Thorn Farrow]

Thorn smirked, pinning the boy to the wall with his body. No way was he letting him do. His hands found their way to his hips, pinning them down hard.

"Play. With. Me." He commanded, snarling at him. This kid was really snotty, wasnt he?

"Do. It. NOW!" He screamed, looking down at him, his eyes narrowed.

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan glared at the boy. This wasn't very interesting anymore, and it was just starting to get interesting. "May I compliment your excellent vocabulary," he sneered sarcastically in his thick Scottish accent, before pushing the boy back as hard as he could.

He pulled himself off the wall, walking in the dead centre of the hallways to move away from him, shaking his head. This certainly wasn't going too well...

[Thorn Farrow]

Thorn laughed manically, grabbing the boy by the shirt.

"Oh no you dont. Slippery little devil, arent you?" He smirked, gribbing his wrist fiercly.

"Youre gonna play with me. And youre gonna like it. And then we can play your game. Sound good?" He smirked, gritting his teeth. He watched him carfully.

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan looked down at him once more, giving a short irritated sigh, looking around himself. "I have an idea. Lets play my game first. Its called hide and seek. Which do you want to do first?" he asked with a coy smile, thrusting his wrist back and folding his arms across his chest.

[Thorn Farrow]

Thorn shook his head. "I dont like hide and seek. People always leave me to go do other stuff. TAG. YOU. ARE. IT." He said, stabbing him with his finger to punctuate each word. He narrowed his eyes, disliking the boy very much, since he wouldnt play with him.

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan looked at the boy, a glare in his eye to match the look that he was giving him. "Aren't you meant to run away from me now?" he asked in a slow monotone, every word as boring as he felt that the boy was.

[Thorn Farrow]

"Yeah. I would. Except for one problem." He leaned in close to the boy. "YOURE SUPPOSED TO CHASE ME, DUMBASS!"

He leaned back, a smirk on his face. This kid wouldnt last long. Thorn was determined to break him.

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan pulled away. He'd had enough of this. It was one thing to bury a childhood friend, another to move to a strange new country but to be attacked by a hyperactive child was really topping it all off nicely. "Listen, kid, I'm looking for the library alright?" he said slowly, snapping at him with every word. "Now are you going to tell me where it is?"

[Thorn Farrow]

"Touch-ee!" Thorn said, growling at him.

"Give me one good reason why I should tell you where the library is, you stuck up cunt." He crossed his arms, looking down at the pesky little kid. Right about now, Thorn wanted to beat the crap out of him.

[Ryan Stuart McLain]

Ryan looked at Thorn with disinterest. Whoever this strange, hyperactive child was, it didn't really seem to be of any use to Ryan. It was difficult enough for him to interact with those who were as timid and respectful as he was, but Thorn just seemed the exact opposite to him, and they were clashing terribly. He looked at Thorn carefully, not at all appreciating the swearing. It was like hearing a toddler swearing, and it almost took him aback. "Because we're in a stale-mate. You can't get me to 'play', and I can't get you to go away. If there's something other than stupid games, maybe I can help you. Otherwise, keep your foul language to yourself and get lost. Unless there's something else...?" he asked, wondering if there was anything more to this boy then this obsession with his childhood.