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[watcherwesley]

I come forward a little, into the moonlight. He did hear me. Stealth is not my forte, must work on not being so clumsy. Father says its a sign of a weak man, must not be weak. "Hello." I stammer, extending a long, pale hand to him. "I'm a fellow student, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. I am head boy for Hufflepuff. I wanted to meet you, I've heard a

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[freak_ofnature]

I can't help but smirk at that.

"oh, Spike needs help with his homework? poor Spike..."

It's not that I don't like the kid, just for some reason I feel the compulsion to pick on him, alot.

[rebelwoutapulse]

I immedeatley jump to my own defense, narrowing my eyes at the girl.

"I do not! I just don't give a damn, is all!"

I am not bloody stupid, and I haven't a clue why, but I really want her to know it.

[freak_ofnature]

I smile, just delighted that I've got him all worked up.

"likely excuse."

I flash him a rare look before turning to Wesley again.

"I've got a training room on the campus, near the teacher's area. We can practice there without interruption."

[rebelwoutapulse]

I'm about to say something mean spirited, not even sure what at this point, but something real nasty, when I see her look at me and it stops me in my tracks.

what the hell is wrong with this crazy bitch?! At this point, I'm just completely confused.

((tag, Wesley))

[watcherwesley]

I look between them. Obviously something is going on that I am not privy to. Typical. I refocus my attention on Samantha. "Umm, okay. I would love to see your training room. When do you have free time in your schedule?"

I glance back at Spike. "Will you be joining us?"

[freak_ofnature]

I smile a little at Wesley, he really is trying so hard...

"free time? what's that?"

I run a hand through my hair, thinking about it.

"I might have a couple nights this week, defenitley sunday night."

[rebelwoutapulse]

I give Samantha a little sideways glance, before looking at Wesley.

"I might be around Sunday..."

((tag, Wesley))

[watcherwesley]

I clap my hands together. "Wonderful! Sunday it is. After dinner in the great hall?" I look hopefully at them. "We should get permission from Professor Dumbledore of course." I shiver again. How long have we been out here? Bloody hell, I hope we don't get caught, I realize. We are out after hours without permission. "I think it is time I went back to my house. I hope no one realized I'm gone." I am painfully aware that even if someone was aware, they probably wouldn't care. Even the house elves play tricks on me, hiding my shoes and parchment from time to time.

[freak_ofnature]

"oh I really don't think a teacher needs to be informed of the last few hours of the week I don't have all scheduled up. I'll see you sunday."

I look briefly over my shoulder at Spike with a little smirk, then walk off to continue my patrol.

[rebelwoutapulse]

I frown a little when she walks off, somethin' bout that girl just rubs me the wrong way, and it's not the stake tucked in the back of her jeans.

"...girls, crazy..."

((tag))

[watcherwesley]

I watch Samantha leave and turn to Spike. He is watching her as well. "I think she likes you." I say with a grin, trying to be chummy. "I'll see you Sunday. We'll meet in the great hall. I haven't seen you there before, do you come in during dinner or do you go somewhere else to eat? I mean, drink?" I am curious about his eating habits. If a vampire doesn't drink from a human, what do they survive on?

[rebelwoutapulse]

I tear my eyes off the slayer and look at Wesley sceptically.

"yeah, in wouldn't he fit nice in an ashtray way..."

boy this kid does ask alot of questions.

"I'm not much of a social drinker."

[watcherwesley]

I shrug amiably, not wanting to push the Samantha issue. I'm probably wrong. I never even had a girlfriend. Girls tend to think of me as a study friend, nothing more. I give him a half-smile, "No need to be embarrassed, we all have peccadilloes. I'll see you Sunday then, around 7:00ish? Goodnight Spike." I hesitate, should I put out my hand again? I don't think I can take the snubbing, he is talking to me and I don't want to lose what progress I've made. I smile at him again and go inside, quietly clicking the door behind me so as not to attract attention. I hope Mrs. Norris isn't roaming the halls. I just need 5 minutes to be back under my warm covers. I cross my fingers and creep up the main staircase.