A sort of date? (Closed to Henry)
She put her messenger down with a sigh, shaking her head before going back to her essay. She didn't want to encourage any sort of relation from Henry that was more than friendship but it seemed no matter what she said he would think he had the chance. He could think whatever he wanted, she wouldn't do anything since she wasn't that type of girl. She refused to be like that. She was kneeling on the floor in front of her coffee table, her books sat neatly around her as well as a lot of sheets of paper, quill in hand. Part of her thought she should tidy but but it wasn't really messy; just her Gryffindor scarf and her school bag dropped on the couch.
Maybe she should change? She didn't really have a uniform for school but she still liked wearing a shirt and skirt to make it seem more like school. But no, she didn't really have time. He would probably turn up seconds after she said he could come and she didn't want to be mid way undressed when he turned up. Picking up her wand, she flicked it toward the door and heard the lock click so it was no longer locked. Sliding her wand behind her ear, she went back to writing.
Maybe she should change? She didn't really have a uniform for school but she still liked wearing a shirt and skirt to make it seem more like school. But no, she didn't really have time. He would probably turn up seconds after she said he could come and she didn't want to be mid way undressed when he turned up. Picking up her wand, she flicked it toward the door and heard the lock click so it was no longer locked. Sliding her wand behind her ear, she went back to writing.