tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave

[zestandzeal]

 Zander is curled up on a window sill in one of the corridors, reading a book, eyebrow furrowed in concentration as he reads and one hand in his hair.

Comments

[namesaked]

Why am I always the last to show up when you guys decide to have an impromptu meeting? Do you plan these things without me?

Whatcha reading?

[zestandzeal]

*without looking up from his book*

Yeah, we do. We plan them at random times just so you won't be able to attend.

Some Thomas Hardy.

Anyways. *flickers his gaze at Score for a moment* I heard you and Weasley snogged or something. Alb seemed pretty disturbed, said he freaked. *smirk* I knew you fancied her.

[namesaked]

Knew it.

Why?

*grins* Yeah, we snogged. We're like, I don't know. What do you call it? 'Official'?

[zestandzeal]

Mmmhmm.

Why not? I like poetry and reading. So: why not?

*rolls eyes teasingly*

Yeah, I think that's the term. How did this come about? I thought she hated you or whatever. But wait -- I forgot, nobody hates Score.

[namesaked]

I don't know, I was only asking. Seems kinda boring to me.

I told you, Zander, she was always hot for me. She just didn't want to own up to it.

[zestandzeal]

Most of it isn't boring.

*rolls eyes*

Right.

[chasingwood]

You must have more of a life than we do. And of course we plan these things without you.

[namesaked]

Well, I am the only one of us with a girlfriend, usually.

[chasingwood]

You're the only one who ever has a girlfriend.

[namesaked]

These are true facts, Sabeena. True facts.

[chasingwood]

You could probably be considered the whore out of the four of us. *teasing*

[namesaked]

You know, I'd have to agree.

But, at least I'm getting some, eh?

[chasingwood]

Getting some? Getting some of what, exactly?

[zestandzeal]

...

*laughs*

Oh you know what he's getting.

[chasingwood]

*innocent look*

I do not.

[namesaked]

Sabeena, come on. A gentleman never tells.