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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Visitors with an Agenda' / Saturday, 7th January 2006 / 2:45 PM.
Location: Corridors outside entrance to Hufflepuff Common Room
Open To: Lolita
Currently Involving: Troy
Well, it sure seemed like stalking, at any rate. The one girl he hadn't really had a good chat with since they returned from the Christmas holidays was Lolita. Sad, really, since, well, he was a bit too keen on her. Of course he was, the way he sat in the empty hallway by the kitchens, directly across from the entrance to the Hufflepuff commons. He could make up an excuse that say, he was waiting for Sean or Darin, but who was he kidding? He was perfectly comfortable with his own self, to the point that he could willingly admit he was waiting for a bird.
He was on the hunt. Or, waiting silently, really. He sat on the ground, leaning his back against the stone wall, staring at the door. In one hand was a piece of paper he was attempting to fold into an origami crane. After all, he had to keep busy. Upon closer examination, one may have thought he was actually bored.
Nope. Troy was rarely bored. He was merely. . .waiting. Yeah, waiting for Lolita.
At any rate, he found looking effortlessly listless made him look more attractive. Or at least, he thought so.
Location: Corridors outside entrance to Hufflepuff Common Room
Open To: Lolita
Currently Involving: Troy
Well, it sure seemed like stalking, at any rate. The one girl he hadn't really had a good chat with since they returned from the Christmas holidays was Lolita. Sad, really, since, well, he was a bit too keen on her. Of course he was, the way he sat in the empty hallway by the kitchens, directly across from the entrance to the Hufflepuff commons. He could make up an excuse that say, he was waiting for Sean or Darin, but who was he kidding? He was perfectly comfortable with his own self, to the point that he could willingly admit he was waiting for a bird.
He was on the hunt. Or, waiting silently, really. He sat on the ground, leaning his back against the stone wall, staring at the door. In one hand was a piece of paper he was attempting to fold into an origami crane. After all, he had to keep busy. Upon closer examination, one may have thought he was actually bored.
Nope. Troy was rarely bored. He was merely. . .waiting. Yeah, waiting for Lolita.
At any rate, he found looking effortlessly listless made him look more attractive. Or at least, he thought so.