[center][color=#c0c0c0][h1]Sirius Leverant[/h1][/color][/center]
[right][indent][sub][color=#c0c0c0]Interacting with:[/color] [@Lemons] — [color=#c0c0c0]Location:[/color] School Hallways[/sub][/indent][/right][hr]
[indent]There was a brief moment, a small, fleeting few seconds where Sirius was almost worried. The wide, stupid grin that plastered itself across the face of the girl—or obstacle, really—that he had crashed into might've indicated the impact had knocked all sense out of her head. The words which came pouring out of her mouth soothed those near-worries: there surely hadn't been any sense rattling around in her skull even before she found herself bowled over like so many pins. Like most of his 'peers', he hadn't bothered to learn her name. Not until she all but foisted it onto him in her hurried little introduction, so over eager that she hadn't even deigned to wait for a response in kind before firing off more inane banter. Perhaps that was what qualified as manners in the backwater that was forsaken Mistralton. 

He watched her with cool, disinterested eyes as she hurriedly backpedaled down the hall, content enough to disdain her from afar as she went back to whatever business such an... excitable girl managed to get up to. But his contentment was short lived. So caught up in his own contempt, it only donned on him after she insisted he hurry along that they hadn't been going in opposite directions when they collided, but rather the [i]same[/i] direction. His disinterest turned to alarm, and then just as quickly to indignation.

[color=#c0c0c0]"Oh, no no no. Do not tell me [i]you[/i] are on this year's battle team,"[/color] He could practically feel the scorn rolling off his tongue as he was finally moved to speak, [color=#c0c0c0]"You can't even dodge a passerby! I'd hate to see how your Pokemon fare against actual moves."[/color][/indent]