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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Dark Sarcasm in the Classroom' / Wednesday, 11 January 2006 / 7:38 PM.
Location: Ravenclaw Common Room
Open To: The Ex Sam
Currently Involving: Troy
Troy leaned back into an armchair by the fire, making an effort to look very suave in case anyone walked in and saw him. And of course, some bird was bound to think "WHO in the world is that attractive bloke by the fire?! TROY FROGLEY!" and their hearts would go pitter-pat and he might get a good SNOG out of it.
Nope. No birds were bound to do that. It was a lovely thought for him, though, as he was finishing up some arithmancy work. He sat with his socks pointed toward the fire, his sweater crumpled up and thrown to the next chair. Slackening his tie, he yawned comfortably and happily.
The book Lolita had given him was halfway finished, lying out on the carpet. He smiled, proud of himself in his 'accomplishment.' Now if he could only win her over permanently. Was he lonely? No. He was just an eighteen year old boy, of course. No matter. He was busy scribbling down numbers and symbols on the parchment, contemplating the numbers 3 and 9 at the moment.
Location: Ravenclaw Common Room
Open To: The Ex Sam
Currently Involving: Troy
Troy leaned back into an armchair by the fire, making an effort to look very suave in case anyone walked in and saw him. And of course, some bird was bound to think "WHO in the world is that attractive bloke by the fire?! TROY FROGLEY!" and their hearts would go pitter-pat and he might get a good SNOG out of it.
Nope. No birds were bound to do that. It was a lovely thought for him, though, as he was finishing up some arithmancy work. He sat with his socks pointed toward the fire, his sweater crumpled up and thrown to the next chair. Slackening his tie, he yawned comfortably and happily.
The book Lolita had given him was halfway finished, lying out on the carpet. He smiled, proud of himself in his 'accomplishment.' Now if he could only win her over permanently. Was he lonely? No. He was just an eighteen year old boy, of course. No matter. He was busy scribbling down numbers and symbols on the parchment, contemplating the numbers 3 and 9 at the moment.