Trouble Maker (Open)

Iva Popov found herself in a full of armor, lost beyond belief. She had never seen this room before. Or maybe she had, and she just didn't remember it. She touched a suit carefully, then jumped back as it swung out for her.

Getting a great idea, Iva grinned, coming back for the statue. She twisted it head around backwards, pulling out a quill to draw with. She drew a few lines, her tongue sticking out as the armor moved around, confused.

Done. The face of a woman was drawn of the armor, hair and all.

"Perfect!" She said, before turning away.

Maybe she should paint the room red, blue, and white- for Russia. Or maybe a Communist flag- just to mess with people.

Aquila stumbled into the armor room bored beyond belief. All his usual people to bug - Tobi, Flo, his brother - were MIA at the moment and he could not find any thing amusing to do at all.

Even his usual mischief seemed kind of pointless without someone there to yell at him for being completely stupid for doing it.

He hoped that the armour room would bring back some of that spark, inspiration.

He was surprised - to say the least - to find that someone had beaten him too it, and was already in the process of vandalizing the place.

Leaning against the wall, the boy smirked at the Slytherin girl.

"I don't know if I'd call it Perfect," he quipped with a laugh, "Its passable to be sure, but its definitely not a Van Gogh."

Hearing the foot steps of another person, Iva turned to a boy whom she hadn't seen around before. His Ravenclaw robes indicated his house though, so she merely turned away from him, her face alight.

He didn't seem to be about to tell on her- he seemed amused, as if she were a child and Iva didn't like that very much. Swishing her robes, she turned to another suit, smiling.

"You can do better?" She scoffed, tossing the quill to him from over her shoulder, "I would like to see, yes?"

Quil caught the quill and smirked as he entered the room.

"I don't know about better but I will certainly give it a try."

He walked up to a different suit of armor and thought about it for a moment.

After a long moment he smirk, and then proceeded to draw on a face that was completely dispaportinate. One eye was way bigger than the other, and the mouth was way up the side.

"Now that," he siad appraising his work and laughing to himself, "Is much more like a Van Gogh."

Iva walked over to the drawing, paused for a long while, then started chuckling hard. She tried to speak, but the laughter broke down into snorts.

Blushing because of her embrassing laugh, she grabbed the pen from him, drawing on the armor next to her. She stood on her toes to draw round glasses and a lightning scar.

"Guess who?" She managed to say, her giggles still pouring out.

Aquila couldn't help but grin as the girl took one glance at his drawing and started to laugh. Of course that is exactly what he had wanted - when had he ever done anything serious in his life? - but all the same he pretended to take offense.

"I didn't think it was that bad," he claimed with a laugh.

He tilted her head as he watched her vandilize another suit, and smirk when she was done.

"Why to go picking a hard one on me girly," he joked, "But using my great intellected I would have to say... Harry Potter?"

Iva wrinkled her nose, almost proud of her work. Puffing out her chest, she tossed it to the boy.

"I am not "Girlie," She protested, even though her dress style was condered feminine, but Iva was sure he wasn't referring to that. "I am Iva. Iva Popov."

Once more Aquila took the writing utensile and went over to one of the blank suits of armor, pausing to think about what to draw on this one.

He turned to the girl with a smile, "Whatever you say, Iva."

He smirked as he got an idea. Taking the quill, he drew a hat and beard onto the the head, thinking that it was a shame he did not have any red colour. Of course if he wanted to bother with the effort he could charm it so.

"Tis the season," he quipped with a grin.

Happy with his creation, he tossed the pen back to Iva and leaned against the wall.

"Nice to meet you Iva; I'm Aquila Turrow."

Iva wiped the quill off on the cloak, nodding at the boy's work.

"It is a nice 'Santa Claus', Ar-quoo-e-la, She struggled with his name, the Russian in her tongue making it impossible for her pronounce it. Frowning, she looked at the wall.

"We should sign our work, no?" She drew, big curving letters, a sytle she idn't usually do. "But, do not sign your actual name."

Gryffendor was now written across the wall, a little lion underneath it. Nodding seriously, she sighed.

Aquila couldn't help but grin as she completely miss pronounced his name, "Not too bad - I had a problem with it the first time too."

"Of coures I wouldn't sign my own name," he scoffed. Honestly? What was with these slytherins and believing that he was completely thick?

He watched her scrawl the gryffindor name across the wall, "Good enough for me."

Iva glared at him slightly, redirecting her anger at the mispronunciation. If it wasn't hard enough already- she didn't fit in culturally at all- her voice would always show she didn't belong here.

"Shut up," She frowned, waving her pen at him threateningly. Sure, it was probably filthy, but she didn't care. It was a good day for her issues. "Unless you want to me write your name up here."

Quil blinked, but kept a grin on his face, "What? I was trying to be helpful. It is an irritiatingly hard name to pronounce. My parents really should have picked simpiler names."

He knew Iva was probably not the type to appriciate his teasing - considering how it had gone so far - but he couldn't help himself.

"If you had trouble with the pronouncing I would love to see you try and spell it," he teased with a pleasent laugh.

Iva huffed and scribbles on he wall, her handwriting a mess.

Aquilla was written on the wall in smeared ink.

"There!" She huffed. "I can spell! English names are not hard at all!"

Aquila laughed dispite the fact that his name was now incriminating him. He didn't really care.

"Not bad," he said leaning back, "Though, my parents did only put on 'L' in it, I think I like your way better. Aquila with two "L"s that's how I'm going to spell if from now on. Screw my parents."

He smiled satisified with himself.

"And don't worry about pronouncing the name. I'll answer to anything that isn't too annoying."

Iva snorted, throwing the pen away.

"A quoo-ila is not hard to spell. Innokentiya is harder. And no english people can pronounce it. That is why I am called Iva here," She grinned, proud of their work.

"Partners in crime, yes?" Gesturing the the room, she started to walk towards the door, "Let us not get caught,"

Aquila laughed, "You are too right. I am not going to even attempt to say, or spell that one."

He bowed lavously, "You win the impossible names."

"But of course, I needed a knew partner anyways," he smirked as he followed her towards the door, "Don't worry. I never get caught."

He winked, and laughed.