who is the monster and who is the man?

[Matthew Barrett]

Why bother going to class? He probably already knew everything. Plus, the professors liked him, and what were a few points from Ravenclaw? He'd just win them back in Quidditch, or with his smarts, or his roguishly good looks. Probably a combination of all three. Still, he preferred not to have that confrontation, so he hid out in the bell tower. Him and his guitar, alone, at least until Mimsy came along.

Matt was sitting a level below the bell, lightly strumming his guitar, dressed in his robes. He was a Ravenclaw, and he was damn proud of it. There was no shame in being proud.

[janine]

Janine didn't see the need to go to class. She didn't see the need for any student from Ravenclaw to go to class, really. With them being ahead in practically every lesson, they would be a waste of space in any class that they went to. With this in mind, little Ms. Mimsy's thoughts were at ease as she moved through the corridors, and around corners, cutting class without a care in the world. She ditched her robes in her room for something a little less school-ish, and a little more muggle-ish. A striped white and navy blue cardigan over a light blue camisole, and a pair of skinny jeans seemed fitting enough for the occasion. Her black converses tapped along the floors as she made her way to the Bell Tower, where she knew she would find a certain someone. And as she predicted, she did.

There Matthew was, sitting and strumming along his guitar as he usually did. Janine blamed it on her natural sense of observation, when she knew it was just because she ogled at him half the time like any other of the girls in Hogwarts. What was different between her and them was that she was his best friend, practically born at the hip, and inseparable. They were his one night stands, and she was his life. End of story. “You know, Mr. Barrett, you really should be in class,”

Janine joked in her best professor voice as she walked towards Matthew with a grin. “How unbecoming of a seventh year Ravenclaw such as yourself to be skipping out on classes. Tsk, tsk.” With a laugh, she sat herself down next to him, crossing her legs Indian style. Oh how much she loved spending her idle time with him.[/blockquote][/size][/color]

[Matthew Barrett]

Matt could hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, but he didn't look up from his guitar until Mimsy spoke. Head tilted, usual lop-sided grin, he rested his arms on his guitar. "You aren't exactly the star pupil yourself, Ms. Mimsy-Hale." He leaned back, resting his back against the wall. "Nice outfit," he commented nonchalantly. "It's very...normal." That was about as far as he was able to talk about clothes. Sure, he knew brands, but coordination was Mimsy's thing. T-shirt, jeans, shoes; that was good enough for Matthew.

[janine]

That grin. That grin, that grin, that grin! It was Janine's weakness, that lop-sided grin of Matthew's. It fit perfectly with his demeanor, and she couldn't get enough of it. He was just so chill. Why couldn't she be like that? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach that extreme level of chillitude. She had the chill, but was lacking in the -tude. Damn, I wish I had that -tude. She was snapped back from her on going thoughts by the complement on her outfit, and how normal it was. "Thanks," she said, her chest puffed out as it usually was when she felt proud of something. "I try my hardest to look good, unlike you." Her easy going tone, and smile made it clear that she was only joking. Matt knew her well enough though to know she wouldn't say anything purposely hurtful, so it was all good. Besides, he always looked good, nay great, nay hella fine! Of course, she wouldn't be telling that to him anytime soon. "Why aren't you in class anyway?" she asked curiously, following suit, and leaning back to rest her head against the wall.

[Matthew Barrett]

Matthew laughed. "Hey, what can I say, the ladies love a rugged man," he said with a casual shrug, running one of his hands over his chin. Scratchy stubble, as usual. He liked to remind people, especially his peers - especially his Slytherin peers, the stuck-up assholes in particular - that he could grow a fairly decent beard. The stubble he had down pat. Thank you, hormones. At Mimsy's question, he snorted and rolled his eyes, repositioning his hands on his guitar. "Go to potions? Are you kidding? It's boring, all the answers are in the textbook, and Professor Thunderstream is a *REPRIMAND ME, I SAID A BAD WORD*. A hot *REPRIMAND ME, I SAID A BAD WORD*, but that just means she's probably crazy," he raised his eyebrows, glancing up as Garnet's pucker-lipped and smirky expressions flashed across his third eye. "Anyway," he cleared his throat, looking at Janine, "I've been in a musician's funk. I can't start anything."

[janine]

Figures. Janine knew Matthew was going to refer to his stubble, and rugged nature. How he managed to put himself together so haphazardly, and still look like a God? By Merlin's beard, she'd just never know. At his snort, she was brought back from her suddenly not-so-innocent thoughts. Of course, why would she think of all people that her best friend would be going to potions? Silly, naive Mimsy. Still, she managed to roll her eyes and chuckle at his statement, her hair bobbing about as she shook her head. "Well, maybe she doesn't get laid!" she said giggling. "With that thing she does with her lips all the damn time, I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't!" The feel of the ponytail she had her hair in was annoying her, so she reached her hand behind her, and pulled her hair tie out. With a few flips, it was perfectly perfect.

When she turned to look at Matt and do Professor Thunderstream's lip thing, he was already looking at her, talking about his 'musician's funk' as his called it. "Well," Mimsy said, stretching her arms over her head, and giving a bit of a yawn before settling again. "Let me here what you have so far." Nobody knew - other than Matt, of course - for her second love of music. It was almost as passionate as his, and for that fact, it brought them even closer... and made them even more badass. Which ever you prefer. Besides, she liked listening to Matthew play. Whenever he'd be in the common room, she'd throw her homework to the side just to go down and hear him play without being distracted. Because of course, their friendship was more important than any potions assignment.

[Matthew Barrett]

Matthew grinned at Mimsy's comment, watching her maybe a little too intently as she undid her ponytail. "Nah, I think she's getting it from somewhere. Probably some poor wank in Hogsmead." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and then laughed, dropping his head, when Mimsy mimicked the professor. "Yes! Yes, that."

At the request, he readjusted the guitar. If there was anyone he felt more comfortable working out his blocks with than Mimsy, he wasn't aware of them. Most of the wizards didn't understand the appeal of playing a muggle instrument. Then again, Matt had never really bothered to ask anyone else; at least, not in the past few years. "Alright," he said with a nod, positioning his fingers over his guitar. He waited for a couple of breaths, to centre himself, to focus on the music he was about to play. His fingers lightly touched the strings, slowly getting louder, and then dropping off. A few seconds in, he spoke lightly, making sure not to drown out the sound of the guitar, "There aren't any lyrics. Not for now, anyway."

[[ooc: omg, i'm sooo sorry for spontaneously apparating. i was unexpectedly swamped this weekend.]]

[janine]

Janine couldn't help but laugh at the way Matthew wiggled his eyebrows, and his comment about how Professor Thunderstream was probably getting 'her own' from someone in Hogsmeade. Poor bloke, she couldn't understand how they could stand looking at her. Probably had some sort of charm on her face or something. She knew she wouldn't be able to stand her pursed lips, and failed attempts at actual sex faces. Just the thought was enough to make her shudder. Shaking said disturbing thoughts out of her mind, she turned to face Matt as he readjusted himself so that he could play her what he had so far. She was excited; she always liked hearing him play to her, like it was her song or something. Of course, that was just a little fantasy of hers, to have someone write her a song. If anyone would do it, she would hope it would be him at times. Watching as he took a few deep breaths to center himself, Mimsy made herself comfortable. Then, he began to play.

It was soft at first, the way his fingers strummed along his strings, but it grew louder with time. After a bit, it dropped off, and he started speaking softly to her, trying not to drown out the sound of his beautiful guitar, she was sure. He had no lyrics? She could fix that. Janine began humming a bit, softly as to not disturb his playing. She tossed a few words out here and there, toying with what sounded right, and what didn't. Finally, a line or two that she was humming jumped out at her, and she began to sing softly. "Baby, you're not alone... 'cause you're here with me," she sang. "And nothing's ever gonna bring us down, 'cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you... and you know it's true." She stopped there because she was pretty much brain dead after that. "I've got nothing else." Janine said shrugging, letting a light chuckle escape her as she smiled at Matt.

// OOC: No, it's totally okay! I've been sorta busy myself. Not much, but it's still okay~! :3 AAAND, I hope you don't mind that I sorta just went and used "Not Alone" by Darren Criss as Matt's song. XD I was thinking about it aaall weekend, and this cover of "Asleep" by Emily Browning. It is so awesome, you gotta hear it.