(Not-So) Peaceful Lessons -- [[Lena]]

[Violetta Brady]

The Museum was a quiet place, usually. Not many people went there unless they were new, exploring students, angry ones trying to get away from it all or, as in this case, wanting to tutor their siblings in some place reasonably silent, with no one around to comment or be nosy or take a peek at what they were doing. You know, somewhere peaceful.

At least, somewhere that would have been peaceful had it not been for the Bradys being in there.

They sat on the shiny, cool floor, Violetta, Caitriona and Jason seated in a little semi-circle. In front of them sat Finn, who was yelling at his older sister with a frustrated voice, in a chorus along with Cait and Jace, "JUST TURN THE PLATE INTO A BEETLE. JUST TURN THE PLATE INTO A BEETLE." Not the most normal thing that you could expect to hear Finn Brady and co. screaming for sure, but in a case such as this it was certainly allowed.

You see, Finn was trying his hardest to tutor his sister that day (and only that day for sure, the way things were going) for Transfiguration. She just didn't have the knack, or the concentration for it, and they were getting nowhere. Jason was along for the ride because (he said) it would be amusing to see Violet fail, but it was more likely because he was failing miserably in the subject, too.

Caitriona, on the other hand, had come along just to laugh, and was doing so heartily as she chanted along with Finn. The Transfiguration work that they were doing was way beyond her years, so there wasn't much else she could have come along for, really. She flopped back onto the floor after a minute or two of watching her sister struggle, pulling up her pale jeans before tucking her arms behind her head.

Violetta, on the other hand, was sitting bolt upright waving her wand fiercely in an attempt to get this stupid blue plate to do anything she wanted it to. Even Jason had managed to change his plate into the beetle it should have been, she noticed, even if it had a suspiciously pale blue sheen and shattered when he laughed with glee and threw it hard at a glass display case nearby. He'd taunted her for a while until she picked up her text book and whacked him over the head with it.

Then the only sound she'd been able to hear from the guy was a string of swearing, amid the laughs of Finn and Caitie.

But that incident had been over an hour ago, and since then the siblings had tried everything that they could to help her learn. Finn had even sat behind her a guided her hand, but nothing worked. She just couldn't do it. "ARGH!" With a frustrated sound, the mixture of a scream and a very high-pitched bellow, the girl, grabbed the plate and threw it hard, where it headed for the door.

Yeah. This was one girl who wasn't afraid of showing her frustration, that was for sure.

{This is shockingly crap. xDDD Things will get better, however. Probably. >_>}

[Stéphanie Lefèbvre]

Well, okay. Museums were actually pretty boring. In fact, you really couldn't have paid Stéphanie to have gone in one alone, just to stare at a few dusty ol' exhibits. Unless, of course, there was art in there. Because art exhibits were swell, and there were usually artists hanging around them. It went without saying that she loved artists.

And how.

But alas, she wasn't stalking any artist (unless you were to count the fidgeting brunette in front of her, really). Just her half-sisters, neither of which seemed too pleased to see her. "Gabbyyyyyy," she called, tapping the girl's shoulder and bobbing slightly, grinning like a fool. "Come on, Gabs, you can't stay mad forever. Turn around and smile for me, darling!"

Apparently, she could stay mad forever. Whatever she'd done to deserve this angry fit was anybody's guess, but the youngest Lefèbvre was going absolutely, stock-raving nuts. Not the special sort of nuts that her favourite sister (to touch) had gone, mind you. Just a regular sort of nuts.

"Virginie," she tried, running a hand across the other's wrist and hearing her yelp suddenly, bringing both hands atop her head and going for a duck as the trio walked about the museum, a plate whizzing over her head and smacking the youngest fair in the middle of the forehead just as she did.

Dazed brown eyes blinked a couple of times, the plate having broken upon contact with, well, her skull. Gabrielle had effectively evaded the whole situation simply by stepping to one side, surveying the damage with a raised eyebrow.

The Lioano appeared alright for the most part, though was pouting and sniffling as she glanced in the direction of four people they'd apparently been close to stumbling upon without her noticing. "Heeeey," she slurred, noticing a lot of pretty people and little birdies about her head in that moment.

So, she did the only logical thing. She keeled over, causing one of her sisters to visibly cringe and look at the group like they were about to murder her, and the other to sigh. "Medic."

Gabrielle turned to the group, pointing to her younger sister's fallen form. "Don't worry about this. She'll be fine."

The third party member snorted, mumbling something obviously snarky beneath her breath and receiving a glare from her fellow Frenchwoman. "I think," the blonde added to shut the drug addict up a bit, shuffling uncomfortably.

Well, um... awkward situation. Really.

[Violetta Brady]

The situation had gone in slow motion for the Bradys. The three heads of Jason, Cait and Finn had turned to watch the plate sail, oh-so-prettily, through the air. Then three new people (in a literal sense) came through the door. And then that pretty flying plate smacking into the head of one of the three, and the Bradys had somewhat different reactions.

Finn's jaw hit the floor and he scrambled to his feet. "I am so sorry." He said, looking thoroughly surprised, as though it had been him that the plate had hit in the forehead. "My sister was just messing about. She wasn't... she wasn't aiming at you, or anything," he then assured them, as the one really was looking as if they were out to kill her.

Cait stayed silent, her mouth open in shock. The corners of it, however, were up in a slightly amused manner, and her hand was over her mouth. It's debatable whether she had it there to cover her immense shock, or if she were trying to keep the laughter that was rising back. It wasn't really a situation to be laughed at, but hey- she was in her usual hysterical mood, and Stéphanie's face and expression, not to mention her words, just made her almost giggle.

Jason, however, didn't really care (major understatement there) about how people saw him or thought about him, and he let out a loud, long laugh at what happened. An ass, yeah, but an honest ass, nonetheless. He just couldn't keep the laughter back, that time. Granted, afterwards, he yelled over, "Sorry," in the girl's direction, basically because Finn was giving him the look of death if he did anything other than. Also, he wasn't that much of a jerk...

The culprit herself, however, was just sitting there. Violetta didn't look particularly amused, just mildly shocked that she had been frustrated enough to fling a plate across a room filled with valuable artefacts, let alone have it hit someone in the head. The timing and all that was just pretty mind-blowing. After a hard poke from Finn that she was sure would leave a bruise, Violet called over, "Oh, er, yeah. I'm sorry, too. Just a... just a slip of the hand." She motioned with said hand, offering the girls a smile.

Ch'yeah, well. The Brady's were pretty much used to awkward situations.