Innocent?! I think not! [P]

[Thomas Newman]

A moody 4th year Gryffindor was sat in a classroom where he was meant to be writing lines, like hell he was doing it though. Thomas Newman had decided in setting his classwork, parchment and even text book alight right in front of the Professor, claiming that he didn't want to do the potions work.

His black hair was styled rather well, and he even had guyliner on, despite being rather quiet half of the time, Tom could be pretty hyper, but he was mostly anti-social and often violent. He'd pick fights with his older brother Jason, he'd even threatened to set Jason's possesions alight if he told their dad where he went most nights. It made him feel confident, maybe his dad was right, maybe he would of been better in Slytherin.

The professor noted on Tom writing lines suddenly, and Tom glared and spoke, ''And what if i don't want too''he sneered, eyes narrowing. The professor just sighed and carried on to talk with another student in detention.

[Billie Joe Bryant]

The door of the detention was kicked open, with a force that left a mark on the wood.
"I don't care! Do you even know who my family are? I'm a god damned Hardings. You work you damned hardest. And we reap the benefits."
And in that moment, a sixth year girl stormed in, carrying some burnt wood, blackened. Her face was sour and mean.

It wasn't her fault. And she intended on speaking that out. With as much venom as she could. She was Billie Joe Hardings. She could do anything she wanted. Because it made tough and the boss.
Stamping over to the leading professors desk, she slammed the char coaled wood down on his desk.
"It wasn't my fault! The shed burnt down by itself. It was a hot day today anyway. And it's a dry old thing. And anyway. No one SANE was injured. So don't start blaming me when I shouldn't be blamed! That idiot caretaker said I have to do lines now, and build a new shed. By hand. I should not have to do that. Once again; My family probably funded for that shed. So it's basically mine anyway."
Her voice was loud.

Her eyes were narrowed as the professor, now shaking, told her to take a seat. So she did. She took one next to the guy in eyeliner. No. Sorry. Guyliner.
However. She didn't do the lines. She should have to. The shed was going to burn without her extra nudge as it was. It was only a matter of time.
"And another thing! Before you start saying those cans of petrol were mine. Then don't. Because they're not. And the petrol they found on my skirt? That was because I was helping out with the magical creatures. And everyone knows that they don't bite if they smell petrol on you. And also. That lighter they found in my pocket is because I'm a smoker!"
Good one Billie. You'll get out of this no problem.

[Thomas Newman]

His head turned, and he tried to catch the green eyes of Billie Joe Hardings. He heard about the petrol cans and looked up at the ceiling, a smirk playing at his lips, he'd need to hide them somewhere else. He scribbled something down and slipped it to Billie, it read -

Know any good hiding places?

Good, the professor wasn't looking, so he turned to Billie, ''So, caretaker Edmund hates you as well?''he asked, his voice slightly husky from where he hadn't spoken much. His hazel eyes turned to the professor who didn't even look at the 4th year, ''That bastard is too afraid to say anything, so i don't think that your story will get to the headmistress to fast, it'll be around the school first, i know mine did''.[/color][/font]

[Billie Joe Bryant]

So, as it was, her detention consisted of just sitting, checking her appearance in the mirror and reapplying make up.
Write "I will not vandalize or set alight to school property" 300 times, no magic? Like hell was she going to do that. She had to go soon anyway. There was alcohol and a hot guy waiting for her in the forest, an hour or so from the current moment. Though, she didn't know what she was going to do the night after that, she hadn't any plans for that night and it just wasn't in her to leave herself to a quiet night in.

She smirked as she read the note, passed by Tom Newman.
Of course I do. I'll show you them all. But it'll cost you. And I don't mean money x ;]
The kiss near the end was done in lipstick. This flirting wasn't Billie's fault either. It was her hormones. Poor girls was always so bored. And boredom mean frustration.

She continued to smirk, "He's been looking for a reason to get me expelled since I started." She said, boasting. "Of course he's scared. I'll carry out my threats, and I'll make his life hell if he tries anything. I heard about you. And I've got to say; good one. this place needs a bit of...excitement"
The way she was looking him up, the cheeky smile that played her lips. It was all emotionless. But so what? She couldn't be perfect all the time.

[Thomas Newman]

The Gryffindor smirked again as he reached into his trouser pocket and felt his lighter, just incase his wand couldn't be reached to start a fire or set things alight. His uniform was messy, wearing just his long sleeved shirt, Gryffindor tie, school trousers and school shoes that where completely wrecked.

He chuckled slightly, ''I'd be glad to''he murmured, twirling his quill. Tom was well known around the girls of Hogwarts, he was one of the best guys in the school, and everything was free of charge, well thats if you where good enough for his expectations.

''Lets just say my brother got the threat as well, he says anything about my 'night time wanders' his possessions go's up in flames, i like fire you see, helps me deal with things''he spoke, eyes narrowing when the Professor glared at him and snapped at him to write the lines. ''Why don't you just shut your fu*king mouth?''hissed Tom as he screwed up the parchment, ''I told you, i don't want to be in this class, and i'm not doing the homework, and i'm not Jason, so i won't lick your ass and be a good little boy''