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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books of Mystery' / Monday, 17 October / 7:42 PM
Location: Library
Open To: Anyone, preferably those with BS with her
Currently Involving: Emmy, Kendra, Sly
( ...the world is full of zanies and fools... )
Location: Library
Open To: Anyone, preferably those with BS with her
Currently Involving: Emmy, Kendra, Sly
( ...the world is full of zanies and fools... )
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This time around? She was bored. She couldn't find anyone to talk to, and she was already halfway through knitting the scarf for Sascha, even though they'd only spoken that particular morning. This was an indication of how much time she actually had. Never mind that this was NEWTs year and everyone else was scrambbling to study.
She pushed open the door and spotted Emmy's golden locks straightaway. She squealed inwardly, almost did that out loud, actually, but she didn't want anyone to glare at her or tell her off. It might make her feel tempted to close their books and ask them to go outside and do something fun.
"Emmy!" she greeted the girl when she was nearer to the table, so that others couldn't really hear her. "What are you doing here?" The same ( ... )
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Certainly, the boy was a quick study and could grasp any concept he put his mind to. But he so seldom exerted the effort that grasping was where it stopped. Homework was a foreign notion to him, and studying was even farther removed. He would much rather while away the hours snoozing or flustering pretty lasses with lazy innuendo, or even fighting. Those were pretty much the only things he put obvious determination into. Painting didn’t count because, well, that was sort of private. If anyone discovered his passion for art, his reputation as a professional layabout and schemer would be ruined. Then again, the ladies might be impressed. A roguish artiste and his feminine muse - it was an age-old archetype for romance. Hm, something to consider, he thought.
So why on earth was he entering the Library?
The birds, o’ course!
Plenty of very attractive young girls were the studious type, and was he about to let the musty stench of centuries old books ( ... )
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However, before she could get any farther, up sauntered the infamous Sly. Emmy could never decide if she actually liked him or just wanted to hex him. He was quite handsome and charming, but oh, the cheek! It was quite a bit of work to keep up with him, sometimes, but Emmy was always up for the challenge. She'd always felt there was something more under all his flirting and joking about, though she'd yet to get through to it. She liked the challenge of that, too. Besides, nothing was ever dull with Sly around.
"Terribly sorry, Sly, dear. But some of us need to study. We've yet to charm the socks off all our professors like you," she gave him a genuine smile, "Of course, you're quite welcome to join us, if you'd like. Though I'm sure you've more pressing matters ( ... )
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"Sure thing! What was it they say? Birds of a feather flock together?" She knew the saying had only very vague relevance to them, if any at all, but it didn't matter. She was keeping up with her task on using Muggle sayings whenever she could, yes? And she was actually doing it. Brilliant.
She slid into a seat next to Emmy and looked up just in time to see... ooh, Sly. The broody one. Kendra had never been offended nor taken his flirtatious manner seriously (Kendra? Serious? Never!), and at times, she thought he seemed a little taken aback by her chirpiness. Not that that would stop her. Hell, no.
She smiled up at him as Emmy spoke up. "Pleasing? Aren't we pleasing enough, Emmy?" She giggled. "And Sly, gallivanting in the library could be fun, no?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at him. Not ( ... )
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