Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[longislandiceme]

Bobby had almost- almost actually smiled when he'd woken up this morning only to find he wasn't in the camp anymore. No, he was back at that strange school the other-him apparently attended

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[holy_daughter]

Some of her fellow sixth-formers were lounging about one of the student rooms. Of course they would all notice when she swept in. Debbie was a sexual tsunami. It was hard for people not to react to her, especially not in her eye-catching gorgeous hand-crafted dresses.

She sprawled onto an open seat, fully aware that every eye was on her. Where else would they be?

"So," she announced, lazily. "I've nearly finished chapter three of my book."

(NOTE: I swear I'm not modding; Deb just narrates that everyone is drooling all over her even when it's perfectly clear they aren't. Also, the dresses are trashiness personified.)

[longislandiceme]

Well, she wasn't wrong: Bobby's eyes were on her. Although more out of suspicion than desire. He didn't say anything, but his expression very much telegraphed 'what book>?'

[holy_daughter]

"The Spanish Barman," she said, eyes drinking in the boy who was watching her. Hell-o, boy who was watching her. "It's my erotic novel. I could read a sample if you like."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby thought about that, and then shrugged. She could go ahead if she wanted. Maybe it would even be more interesting than whatever the hell was on TV.