Off Duty (Open)

Mathieu was a noble and patient young man, and rarely ever even so much as raised the volume of his voice around someone, but some nights he wished he had never become a Prefect. The older students, that being the Fifth Years through the Seventh Years, actually weren't that big of an issue. It was the First, Second, Third and Fourth Years. And it wasn't just the Slytherins. The Hufflepuffs would freak out when they saw him coming and he would have to give chase, which was never that fun when wearing a robe. That and Mat wasn't overly athletic outside of his dancing. The Gryffindors would try to stand up to him as if he were in the wrong despite them breaking the rules. Sometimes having a great deal of "courage" wasn't a good thing. It made people cocky as opposed to genuinely brave. Even those in his own House would challenge the Prefects, and they were the worse as he would have to confront them in the Common Room later on and they would still give him grief.

Mat walked in from the patrol exhausted and sat down on the couch, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with any Ravenclaws that he had gotten on to earlier in the evening. He looked at no one in particular and sighed.

"Quelqu'un me maudissent maintenant! (Somebody please curse me now)," he said. He wanted to go to his room, take a headache potion, and go to bed, but once he had plopped onto the couch, he found he really didn't want to get back up again. So he just sat and looked at the ceiling. As he sat, his cat Paracelus ran over and pounced into his lap. Mat looked down and met his eyes and couldn't help but smile as he pet him. "Bonjour, Paracelus. Come to comfort me in my time of woe."