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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Sunday, October 9th / 10 p.m.
Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Audrey
Currently Involving: Preston
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Location: Slytherin Common Room
Open To: Audrey
Currently Involving: Preston
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However, he was horribly shocked as her palm smacked soundly across his cheek. His head snapped to the side, his expression one of complete surprise.
Audrey.. just.. slapped him. He repeated this in his head, still trying to get his mind around the whole ordeal. She slapped him. She slapped him.
Oddly enough, he should have been incredibly angry. He should have ... he didn't know, do something manly like yell and .. what, stomp away? That was ridiculous. However, he was strangely impressed. He had told her she was worth it, and she'd just proven it.
She wasn't like any other girl.
Oh, and... dammit, she was yelling at him in Italian. Why had he not let his grandfather give him those lessons?? WHY? He stood, finger pointed more toward the ceiling than at her.
"I!... don't know what you just said," he confessed, albeit angrily, "but... Oh bollocks."
Hard to argue with something he didn't really understand. Fine. She wanted to play like this? She wanted to tell him to treat her like he didn't treat the other girls? He did that, and it got him a nice slap across the face.
He had a date this Friday, and he hoped to everything in Merlin's name that she caught wind of it. Hrmph. Hung up on Audrey. As if.
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"Buon! Sono felice voi non posso capirlo," She continued speaking in the other language, her lips curving up into an evil smile as she backed up a step or two, "Ciò significa che potrei dire tutta la cosa maledetta desidero circa voi e non saprete mai!"
At this, she laughed almost sinisterly, knowing she had something he didn't. Audrey was aware that he had Italian in his blood as well, although she was surprised he didn't speak Italian. That was odd.
"How positively devastating, Preston," She finally switched back to their native tongue, pouting mockingly at him, "Do I need to buy you an English-Italian dictionary for you to translate? That way you could look up the words and try to follow along."
Wow. All the adrenaline was still pumping through her vains from the high she got from slapping him. Her hands were shaking; she hoped it wasn't that obvious. But bloody hell, that had felt good!! She wondered if she would be pushing her luck if she did it again...
Although, Audrey was slightly surprised that he didn't lash out at her more. She made sure to tuck that in the back of her mind, for there had to be a reason, she just wasn't in the right mind set to think of what it could be.
((*cringe* I know I'm probably butchering the language. translation: Good! I am glad you can't understand me. This means I could say any damn thing I want about you, and you will never know!))
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"No!" he replied angrily, glaring at her. "You don't need to buy me a bleeding dictionary, you need to.. talk bloody English!" He flailed a bit, then breathed deeply through his nose, trying to remain calm. He didn't like the fact that his own heritage was betraying him.
He crossed his arms, seething as he stood there. "If you don't care so bloody much, then why haven't you stomped off and deemed me unworthy of your attention, huh? Why're you still here?" He glared, but part of him shouted in triumph.
Because he had a point.
She was yelling at him and obviously angry, and now that he was thinking about it? HE HAD NO CLUE WHY! He'd stopped flirting with her. And she'd snapped.
Hellloooo...
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He was right. Why was she still here? Why hadn't she stormed out of the room the second after slapping him? To torment? That was part of it. The other part she refused to even allow herself to think.
Psh. No. She didn't want to stay just because she liked being around him. That was so not why she stayed in the common room. Nope. As if.
"Fine! I see how it is, I see when I'm not wanted!" Audrey's voice came back, her eyes narrowing at him once more as she threw her hands up in the air with frustration. She bent down, grabbing the journal she had at some point dropped on the floor, shaking her head irritably all the while.
Audrey whirled around toward the direction of the stairs, resigning herself to the fact that she should just go to bed, rather than staying there and getting even more angry. Yes. That was the best thing to do at this point, wasn't it.
However, there was a small, extremely tiny piece of her that wished he would stop her from going...
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As she hurled herself toward the stairs, Preston called out almost without meaning to.
"Audrey, wait."
He stopped, his hand outstretched in a 'halt' motion. What the? He looked around almost frantically for some ridiculous excuse. Like, 'You left you--
Well I'll be damned.
As if by sheer luck, her quill was lying on the floor just at her feet, possibly having just slipped out of the journal in her angry tirade. He continued moving closer, almost carefully, as if afraid she'd slap him again. Keeping his eyes on her, he picked up the feather and held it out -- fighting every single urge to not slip it along her neck.
"Dropped this," he said, voice softer than before. He smiled slightly, then headed back to the chair to calm his mind back down before sleeping. Yes, she was wanted. But he'd not tell her that.
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... Ok, so he wasn't begging, but he had still told her to wait, and against her better judgment, she did. Audrey halted mid stride, turning around ever so slowly to come face to face with him once more. What was he up to now?
Audrey watched as he stalked toward her, her heart beating erratically inside her chest. God, why couldn't she breath!! It must have been the stuffy air of the dungeons, for she had been having breathing problems all night long! Yes, that was the reason, she was sure of it.
She continued to watch him, her eyes searching his to find some hidden meaning behind their charade. And then he was... handing her a quill?
Wow. Talk about romantic! Except it totally wasn't, and she was thoroughly sickened that she had actually expected something else! Anything else!
Foolish, foolish girl! The brunette cursed herself mentally, grabbing the feather from his hand with a small 'thank you'.
That was all she said, she wouldn't dare utter another word. Not when she was in such a fiery mood.
As he walked away, she remained for a moment, watching Preston with a heavy heart. And before he had time enough to turn around and spot her staring at him, she ran up the stairs, shutting the door to her dorm tightly before leaning against it, wondering what the hell had just happened.
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He had fully intended to slump back into the chair with an amused smile on his lips, but his body took on a mind of its own. He sank down slowly, leaning forward with elbows attached to his knees and hand cupping his chin.
Preston had always actively pursued Audrey. He'd always known it was unusual for him, and had always told himself that it was because she was indeed special. But he'd never actually questioned any of that before.
He'd never wondered why it even mattered, especially when she rebuffed his every advance.
And he'd never -- not once -- felt this defeated.
He leaned back, arms folded over his chest, and closed his eyes. Screw bed, in the nice cozy dormitory. Iago was probably mid-snore anyway. After a few minutes of forcing himself to relax, Preston drifted to sleep.
[END!]
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