(Untitled)

[chasingwood]

Sabeena is sitting in a chair in the Slytherin Common Room examining her already swollen knuckles from punching Isolde. She's in the worst of moods because she absolutely cannot stand that girl. Socialise if you dare. 

Comments

[zestandzeal]

*comes in and throws his school bag on the floor and sits in a seat next to her, looking amused*

'The hell happened to you?

[zestandzeal]

'Course you don't. Why should you?

You winced, and your knuckles are bruised like crazy. If it doesn't hurt now, it will later. I'm not having our Chaser getting her hand fucked up over a petty Ravenclaw.

[chasingwood]

The way she said it made me think she thought I'd actually care.

I did not wince! Humph. S'all about the Quidditch.

[zestandzeal]

That's only 'cos she'd care.

*raises eyebrows*

Well, you're one to talk. And you did.

[chasingwood]

Bloody prefects.

*such a liar*

I didn't wince. 'Cos it doesn't hurt. Not one bit.

[zestandzeal]

Not even a litte? Just a bit sore... what if I do this?

*smirks and takes her hand out, then smacks her knuckles swiftly*

[chasingwood]

OUCH! YOU FUCKER! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!?

*kicks him as hard as she can in his shins*

[zestandzeal]

*laughs and winces slightly before putting her hand back in*

Hurts, doesn't it? So stop lying.

[chasingwood]

*glareeee*

Asshole. And yes it hurts!

[zestandzeal]

At least you're admitting it now.

Well, I'm gonna go study or read or whatever. By Freckles, feel better.

*ruffles her hair and goes to leave*

[chasingwood]

*throws a rubber ball at his back and grins innocently at him when he turns around*