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[frogleygoof]

Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Natural Disaster’ / Wednesday, 15 February 2006 / 6:15 PM.
Location: Corridors Outside Great Hall
Open To: Hanna
Currently Involving: Troy

Funny thing, life, really. Just over a week ago, Troy was happy and healthy, only slightly perturbed from lack of Quidditch, grinning and feeling altogether positive about life and his

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[hannakens]

Hanna was feeling positively giddy these days, a very nice contrast to Troy Frogley's misery. While it would have been depressing to see him in such a state when she wanted a snog session (and really, she was cutting back on those), it was thrilling to see so many usually upbeat mudbloods losing their hope. Perhaps she'd not need to infiltrate the DA after all! They'd just disband, give up already. It was clear that even mother nature was on the right side of things

[frogleygoof]

Speak of the devil. Or more appropriately, the quite attractive devil that Troy had made an absolute ARSE out of himself in front of after trying to do a bit more than snog her in a closet.

MERLIN. Something was not right in the scheme of things. Something had decided to exact revenge on him.

Troy turned around, looking terribly alarmed at Hanna. "Oh, it's you," he stammered, already turning a good shade of red. He half-expected her to storm up to him and slap him across the face. "I mean. . .hello," he nodded, turning on his heel to face her, already looking a bit shaky and stuttery at the pure awkwardness of the situation.

[hannakens]

Hanna wouldn't argue with being called an attractive devil, as really... that's what she'd be to someone like Troy Frogley. She was certainly not looking out for his best interests, though she expected him to look out for hers. Her interest, of course, being her good reputation. How fun would it be to pretend as though she were suffering some sort of crisis because of his actions? Actions that'd she'd practically expected from the beginning of their snogfest? Too fun, that was what. She'd immediately have to chat with Hargreaves or... someone about the torture she'd cause him.

She placed an odd sort of semi-pout on her face as he turned around awkwardly, not wanting to display the smirk that was happily bubbling up inside. He was already as red as mudblood in a fire. FANTASTIC.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, or... something. I know you're busy and.... I don't mean anything to you, but... I just... wanted friendship, maybe, possibly," Hanna stated as if he'd ripped her heart out of her chest.

Too easy. Faaaaar too easy.

[frogleygoof]

Troy half expected her to scamper off. He knew if he were faced with this situation, he may have done just that, faced with awkwardness and the apparent gossip that originated from GOD knows where.

And probably a VERY good thing Troy was oblivious to Hanna's act. Then again, who wouldn't be? Nobody, really.

"So you're not up in arms and claiming victimization because I supposedly almost forced you in a linen closet?" he asked a bit frustratedly, with that hint of curiousness. "Because really, Hanna, I can't say I haven't been more than a bit uneasy over it lately."