The Victims lounge

Zabby raised an eyebrow. "You could afford to be polite."

"Yes, but I can also afford to be rude...until my dad ultimately disinherits me for dying so inconsideratley...SPENDING TIME! And seeing as I cannot be bothered to move, I am going to afford my rudeness."
And he stuck out his tongue childishly.
"Wow. It's fun being dead and immature."

"He's slytherin, what do you expect?" Nicolas said.

Darien stuck out his tongue more at Nick.

Zabby rolled her eyes and looked to the heavens. "What's wrong with being mature?" she asked no one in particular.

"I'm dead!" Darien replied. "I deserve to lower my maturity to that of a five-year old, and no one can stop me...mwah hahahaha!"

She glared at him. "Was I talking to you Vaight?" she asked coldly.

"Well the ceiling was busy, I felt I should answer on it's behalf."
Darien gazed up at the ceiling, then down at the floor. "Hm...Is it just me or is that floor uncommonly sexy?"

She raised her eyebrow again. "Oh, on it's behalf?" she asked, grinning slightly.

This time, both eyebrows shot up. "'Uncommonly sexy'?" she asked in an incredulous voice.

Darien rolled his eyes. "Merlin, you people have no sense of humour."

"What the hell does she see in you I shall never understand." Nicolas muttered.

"Nick, I'm sure stuff you'll never understand would fill the red sea."
Darien grinned. "And for the record, I have no idea either."

"I always thought Diana had bad taste."

"I'm telling her you said that!" Darien glared at Nick.

"Like she can hear you." Nicolas said not at all bothered.

Silently, Zabby agreed. But she wasn't going to say it.

Darien snarled and deliberatly turned his back on both Gryffindors.

"Your transparent." Nicolas pointed out. "So that really doesn't work here."

Zabby smirked. SHe and Darien didn't exactly get along when they were alive, why should death be any different?

"Yeah well...So is your face. Your face is transparent."

"Don't a jerk, Darian." Zabby glared. "And Nicolas, be nice."

Darien glared back.
"Who are you, my mother? I think I am old enough, and DEAD enough, to make my own decisions. And I decide to be immature and...I am not a jerk! I'm tragically unappreciated!"

"..."

Zabby rolled her eyes. "Tragically unappreciated?" she asked.

"Yeah. I am unappreciated, and it's tragic." Darien smiled cheesily.
"Like Einstein but with way better hair and the fact that I actually am a spirit right now, and communicating with you two...gryffies."

Zabby smirked. "Although, unlike you, Einstein actually had a brian."