Who Cares?(open)

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Azzurra was sitting on the couch in the common room when the girl came in. Azzurra recognized her; she was a fifth year. As for the girl's name, Azzurra didn't know it. She only knew the face. "Hi, I'm Azzurra," she said with a smile at the girl over her homework. Outside the portrait she could've sworn she had seen Zelphar. That was weird.

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Jane shout her an evil glare. "Hi" she said in a fairly rude tone. She hated it when people talked to her all happily. They didn't know the evils of the world. She sat down on the couch and starred at the dancing flames.

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Azzurra just sort of looked at her for a moment. Clearly she was in the wrong house. Wasn't Hufflepuff for the loyal and the proud? This girl didn't act loyal or proud; just ruder than anyone Azzurra had encountered in a while. With a confused sigh, she looked back down at her homework. The girl hadn't even mentioned her name.

[neigh]

Good she thought. Now she was alone. She starred at the flames in the fire place. Her eyes hypnotized. She loved fire. The dancers of light. Alive with a mind of it's own. She hated people with fire elemental. Fire was not to be controlled. It was to be free.

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Now that she was alone with this girl, Azzurra found her to be quite weird. First off, she was quite rude when she had spoken, and now she was staring into the fire as though she were entranced. Azzurra opened her mouth to say something about how cool the fire looked, but then decided against it, shutting her mouth again. The only sound in the room was her quill scratching away at the parchment as she finished the last of her Herbology essay.

[neigh]

Jane continued starring at the fire. She wanted to touch it. The flames were so free and beautiful that she knew they would never hurt her. She knelt down it and began to slowly moved her hand towered it. It got hotter as her hand neared it.

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Azzurra glanced up from her work in time to see the girl reaching her hand out as if to touch the fire. Had she completely lost it? Everyone knew not to touch fire, even the stuff that burned at Hogwarts. No one took the time to magically make it colder every day. "What are you doing?" Azzurra asked, a little bit more sharply than she intended. She didn't want some girl getting burnt while she just watched.

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Jane heard her but didn't care what she had to say. She shout her an evil glare and turned back to the fire. Quickly she placed her hand into the hot fire. It burned but she didn't make a move. She just sat there with her hand in the flames.

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Now Azzurra was really worried about this girl. Was she crazy, or depressed or what? Azzurra jumped up, her essay spilling onto the floor. "Are you insane? You're burning yourself!" she exclaimed, rushing toward the fire and pulling out her wand. If the girl wouldn't pull her hand away, Azzurra would put out the fire. This was ridiculous.

[neigh]

Her hand was hot and burning. It hurt but she didn't care. She knew that if she pulled it out she would be giving this girl what she wanted. She watched the flames dance around her burning hand. It started to shake but she didn't pull it out of the fire.

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Azzurra now had no choice; there was no way she was letting this insane girl completely burn her hand. "Aguamenti!" she exclaimed and a jet of water burst forth from her wand, putting out the fire in an instant. Azzurra breathed a slight sigh of relief, the girl's hand being burnt was no more. She had to tell Zelphar about this; maybe even write to Cici.

[neigh]

Jane looked at her red burring hand and at the girl. Her eyes filled with anger. She took her burnt hand. As hard as she could using up almost all her steght she slapped in the girl across her face.

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The blow from the girl both shocked and hurt Azzurra. She had slapped pretty hard for someone with a burnt hand. But more than anything, Azzurra couldn't understand why she had done it. Hadn't Azzurra just saved her from burning her hand to a crisp? For a moment she just stood there with her mouth open, facing burning. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Azzurra finally screamed. This girl was probably certifiably insane; it was a miracle she hadn't been kicked out yet. Azzurra then did something uncharacteristic. She pushed the girl, then flicked her wand at her books and started walking toward the stairs to her dorm.

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Jane pushed her back. How dare she push her and yell at her. She looked her straight in the eye and said harshly "Their is nothing wrong with me. It's you theirs something wrong with." It's true she is a little mental but she doesn't know that.

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((OOC: Just fyi, "there" is how you spell it in this situation))

Azzurra was on the edge of losing it, which was also something very rare. Her usual calm personality seemed to have evaporated like the water used to put out the fire. "No, I'm perfectly sane," she replied, her voice a little too loud. "You're the one who had your hand in the fire and then slapped me when I saved you from burning it off." Azzurra took a deep breath. "And I was just trying to be nice!"