Let the fire burn the ice

There was nothing nice about being stuck on a train for hours with no library or privacy as the train was too small to have a coupe all to ones self. Storm liked being on her own and she was busy dodging a specific person on the train. Just play nice. Yeah sure, that was absolutely terrible advice her parents had given her. At least her stupid sister had graduated at this point. She'd left her seat for a moment now that she had unexpected company with the excuse of needing a toilet break.

Not accurate. She just needed some fresh air. Her anxiety was building and she hated every second of it. It made her skin crawl. With a gruff sigh she leaned against one of the windows in the passage. Just two more years to endure this mess, try to avoid as much attention as possible, and get a move on and out. Get her own place away from her stupid family and perhaps set up a small brewery or chase her passion for sports. Anything that didn't involve being around them at least.

Or maybe she could swing it a bit sooner and get a small place for this summer? She'd be of age at least.... She stood there, spacing out as she considered it in her little bubble, very much presuming she was alone and without company for a small while. She was wrong of course, as usual when it came to her privacy. But she must have been quite caught up in her own mind to not hear the approach of one Thorfinn Rowle....

He wasn't interested in searching for a compartment. There was a very simple way of locating somewhere to sit: pull out whoever was sat inside his preferred spot by the scruff of their neck, and throw them to the mercy of the corridor. Job done. Those who had sense were moving out of his way as he barged, burly shoulders first, through the students. Those who didn't have any sense tried to challenge him, and weren't getting away easily. A cocky third-year was already sporting a bleeding lip.

Argh. There was another one in his fucking way.

"Move."

Behind a heavy brow, his eyes squared at this mouse of a girl. There was a good foot difference between them: always handy when it came to intimidation.

@Storm Brierton

There was one thing that always got Storm in trouble. Her absolute inability to just ignore problems and walk away from them. Safety wasn't something she was used to. Apart from that she had little interest in bowing down to bullies as that didn't actually save her any trouble in the past. So she figured that this year she'd just deal with whatever in a more stupid head first approach.

So as she was told to move, she only briefly looked up before raising a brow at the burly classmate before the corner of her lip crept up almost imperceptibly. "Okay." She said, pushing off from the window, turning on the spot and leaning against the other side against one of the walls in stead. "Was that what you had in mind or is your ego so much bigger than your body that it can't pass this space?" She asked him with a completely neutral expression. She had to bite her tongue just a little to avoid saying out loud that it certainly wasn't needed for his brain as she doubted brain managed to fill his undoubtedly dense skull. He didn't really have the reputation for being the smartest tool in the shed after all. Plus, he could pass, if he felt like it.

Not that she expected that he did. But she was feeling on edge, and danger was one of the few things that made her feel less anxious rather than more, so perhaps she was just tempting fate at this point.