Books fell and with them scrolls. Bodies collided together. The other body was familiar, not seen for the last three days. Even in class.
Michael Corner had ditched the classes which he shared with Theodore, claiming a rather nasty case of flu. But as the Ravenclaw bent to retrieve his books with a sigh, he was hardly the picture of death at the door. His cheeks were pink, as if they were bitten by the nippy weather outside. His hair was spritzed and damp, and largely combed through in a conservative style.
He'd cut his hair again. He wore a warm, woolen grey sweater which largely hung off him in fashionable bagginess. Beneath, he had a navy blue undershirt of some time.
Michael squatted down to sift through the mess. He had been in the Library at the same time as Theodore... they had just missed each other. The Ravenclaw paid a brief lip service to apology for colliding with the man before he realized just who he was apologizing too.
Looking up from his squat, he gathered up a scroll between them. What do I say... God.
( ... )
Theodore took a knee, gathering his books hurriedly, a faint flush growing on his cheeks. "Speaking to me again then are you?" he asked, in a would be calm voice, testiness clearly evident. He wasn't sure what to do. He had chased after Michael and he had avoided him, leaving Theo to retreat in embarrassment; what was he supposed to do now?
"I bumped into you, did you want me to be rude and give you to fob off? If I'd seen you coming, I'm sure one of us would have miraculously found a stairway to run up." Michael remarked back as he gathered his own books, which seemed to be primarily about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Defensive Transfiguration and even Hexes.
The Slytherin narrowed his eyes, giving an annoyed sigh and piling his book up into a neat stack, rising to his feet. "I'm not the one skiving off classes. You're the one doing the avoiding Michael, not me."
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Michael Corner had ditched the classes which he shared with Theodore, claiming a rather nasty case of flu. But as the Ravenclaw bent to retrieve his books with a sigh, he was hardly the picture of death at the door. His cheeks were pink, as if they were bitten by the nippy weather outside. His hair was spritzed and damp, and largely combed through in a conservative style.
He'd cut his hair again. He wore a warm, woolen grey sweater which largely hung off him in fashionable bagginess. Beneath, he had a navy blue undershirt of some time.
Michael squatted down to sift through the mess. He had been in the Library at the same time as Theodore... they had just missed each other. The Ravenclaw paid a brief lip service to apology for colliding with the man before he realized just who he was apologizing too.
Looking up from his squat, he gathered up a scroll between them. What do I say... God. ( ... )
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