OPEN
Tuesdays weren't exceptionally busy for Zacharias, but he did have Standard Transfiguration too early in the morning. Okay, perhaps eleven a.m. wasn't exactly "too early," but he'd prefer things to always start after noon. Next semester.
Class ended in a quiz that nearly everyone finished early but they still had to stick around until the professor mentioned whatever in hell was worth mentioning. Zacharias was still only just awake when the boy behind him kicked his chair.
Too grumpy due to lack of caffeine, Zacharias whipped around to glare. The kid looked vaguely familiar but everyone sort of did at this point in the semester.
"Were you out at Red Feather last week?"
Zacharias rolled his eyes for two reasons. Reason One, he voiced. "Wasn't everyone?" Reason Two was more because he'd thought everyone who had any interest in mentioning the little episode involving his fist and a photographer's face had already done so. In a way, he wasn't surprised, this was the first time he'd seen the Tuesday/Thursday classmates and someone was bound to actually remember once they saw him.
"Didn't you get kicked out?"
Adopting his favorite form of nonchalance, Zacharias shrugged. "Probably would have if we'd stuck around."
"I thought it was sweet, what you did," the little brunette from beside the boy chimed in. "We were right beside you and your girlfriend at the bar."
Zacharias did his best not to leer, smirking instead. He gave her a wink. "Not my girlfriend. But I'm glad you approved." Class was called right after that, some change in the reading list given and then they were cut free.
Zacharias was feeling pretty smug about this time, but managed to give the person he was walking out beside the typical courtesy nod.
Class ended in a quiz that nearly everyone finished early but they still had to stick around until the professor mentioned whatever in hell was worth mentioning. Zacharias was still only just awake when the boy behind him kicked his chair.
Too grumpy due to lack of caffeine, Zacharias whipped around to glare. The kid looked vaguely familiar but everyone sort of did at this point in the semester.
"Were you out at Red Feather last week?"
Zacharias rolled his eyes for two reasons. Reason One, he voiced. "Wasn't everyone?" Reason Two was more because he'd thought everyone who had any interest in mentioning the little episode involving his fist and a photographer's face had already done so. In a way, he wasn't surprised, this was the first time he'd seen the Tuesday/Thursday classmates and someone was bound to actually remember once they saw him.
"Didn't you get kicked out?"
Adopting his favorite form of nonchalance, Zacharias shrugged. "Probably would have if we'd stuck around."
"I thought it was sweet, what you did," the little brunette from beside the boy chimed in. "We were right beside you and your girlfriend at the bar."
Zacharias did his best not to leer, smirking instead. He gave her a wink. "Not my girlfriend. But I'm glad you approved." Class was called right after that, some change in the reading list given and then they were cut free.
Zacharias was feeling pretty smug about this time, but managed to give the person he was walking out beside the typical courtesy nod.