some people call me the space cowboy
Name(s): The Pointy-Eared Bastard, Head GQMFer, The Best Hair in Space, and Dr. Love. (Spock, Jim, Sulu and McCoy) [please ask before joining :D]
Location: The Ravenclaw Boys' 7th year Dorm Room (of manliness)
Week: 50
Time: After the calendars are released
Rating: PG? PG-13?
McCoy groaned into his hands as he leaned on his bed, taking a moment from his chronic facepalm only to glare at the door frame with its eerily ominous light glowing from its sides. He then looked across the room, where Spock was sitting, presumably reading. The bastard was always reading.
Surrounding his bed was a damn near literal mountain of sweets, cards, and potions. He had long since given up attempting to throw it away, seeing as every time he managed to get rid of a box of chocolates, five more sprung up to take their place.
A girlish squeal was heard from the downstairs common room. McCoy shuddered.
Never in his life did he think he'd have to come up with a last stand against...admirers.
"Damn it all," he muttered, before his stare went back to the door, something akin to fear gripping his heart when he saw it swing open.