A bit angry in the RoR

"Who needs him!" Azra screamed as she entered the Room of Requirement. She was livid. Her hair showing at a firey red. She'd found the Room Of Requirement a month or so ago, when she was really in need of some practice for DADA. She flicked her arm and her wand slid out of it's holster, sliding into the palm of her pale hand.

She screamed out "Flipendo" at a dummy and watched it fly against the wall and break.

"Reparo!" She called, it pulled its self back together,

"Stupefy!" She snapped at it, it hit the wall again, she turned to another dummy,

"Incendio!"

"Sectum Sempra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Diffindo!"

She kept turning to dummies, shouting out curses at them. She continued to 'kill' off the dummies before they all were broken and she didn't feel like fixing them yet. She sat down amongst the piles of rubble from the broken wooden dummies. She pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her forehead on them. Thousands of things ran through Az's head as she sat there, regulating her breathing, fearing the worst of her outburst. Being extremely deep in thought she hadn't noticed someone else enter the room.

Isabel looked in shock around the room. Broken pieces of dummies were lying everywhere, and a girl with blonde hair was sitting amongst them, hugging her knees.
"Are you all right?" asked Izzy timidly. The girl looked up, and Izzy had to suppress a gasp. It was Azrali Dancescu, a first year, like herself, who she had met around the castle a few times. "What's wrong?"

Azra jumped up, brushing the dust and debris from her uniform. She noticed the girl was Isabel Vector, a first year that she'd met around the castle and in class. "I'm uh... I'm alright, I guess." She muttered pushing her hair away from her face. "Just uh, a little pissy." She grumbled.

"What's up? Some random person decided to be an idiot?" asked Isabel. As she waited for Azrali's answer, Izzy willed the room into vanishing the rubble on the floor and creating a big, comfy couch, which she sat on.

Azra shrugged, "Just thought this kid liked me, BUT I was wrong." She grumbled beginning to pace. She was so angered. "I mean he told me I was to weird. Like it's my fault I'm a metamorph." She snapped, not at Izzy, but in general. She threw her fists down to her sides and huffed. "I don't get it!"

"People generally tend to avoid people that are different, but they don't know what they're missing. The different people know how to laugh at their mistakes, live happily, and have fun with themselves, instead of putting people down all the time and thinking that they're on top of the world," Izzy said comfortingly to Azrali, "and when his chance is gone, he's going to wish that he hadn't said no."

"Oh, I dunno. it's rather aggravating." She muttered landing down on the couch next to Isabel. She sighed and pulled her legs up to her chest, "Isabel, are we friends?" She muttered softly. It seemed like Isabel was almost always around. She was in each of Azra's classes, the Protectoras, here.

Isabel was taken aback by Azrali's sudden question. She didn't know... were they friends? They had talked quite a bit, especially at Protectoras Mundi meetings... "I think we are, I guess... What would you say?" Isabel held her arms open a little, looking at Azrali questioningly.

Azrali nodded lightly, "I would say we are, I guess." She smiled at the girl that was her friend. Good thing they were friends because Azrali had ranted a bit too much for it to be to a stranger.

Isabel smiled. Her first friend since the Muggles of her early childhood.
"Alright then, mate, you wanna go bug the squid?"