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[cyrusweller]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'A Moment's Peace' / Monday, 3 October / 3:20 p.m.
Location: Library, dusty back aisles
Open To: Niki
Currently Involving: Cyrus

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[nikidubois]

"You KNOW," Niki said rather loudly from behind him. "You're not to sleep in the library. There could be people wanting to use the space to study." Placing her arms on her hips, she almost pulled off a sneer. "So get up, Weller." She was going to try as hard as she could to attempt to be mean. After all, that was what was expected of her, right? Right?!

[cyrusweller]

Cyrus' eyes snapped open, he lifted his head to see who was snarking at him. He saw Niki, he rolled his eyes and plopped his head back onto his sweater. "Be that as it may, the bloody library has a large number of free tables at the moment."

He smiled lazily. "So Miss Dubois I see no need for your demanding the use of my sleeping space." He lifted his head slightly to look at her. "But if you insist on using this exact table there is a whole other half vacant for you disposal." His lifted his hand with a slack gesture, as if the empty half of the table needed showing. "Feel free to take it over." Ah yes the play with formalities, he would follow if she insisted, it did amuse him afterall.

[nikidubois]

Niki's eyes widened. "Five thousand points from Hufflepuff! And a detention with.." she paused dramatically. "Professor Snape." Oh, she wished she was a prefect.

Sliding around him, she grasped the sleeve of the sweater and pulled it along with her, finally fishing it out from underneath him. Once she sat down, she curled up with the sweater. "And so?"

[cyrusweller]

At the mention of detention with Professor Snape Cyrus snapped his head up looking at her like she assigned him the death sentence. "Oh merlin you wouldn't!! Have mercy!" Cyrus pleaded dryly, his brow arched upwards. "Snape will have me neck deep in bat dung! The toxic fumes will kill me!" Once done his tirade of fear Cyrus laughed.

He stopped his laughing eying Niki as she grasped and dragged his sweater out from his grasp. "And so you are claiming another sweater?" He face was laced with amusement, if she did indeed plan on taking it into possession that would be her third or maybe fourth sweater of his.