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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans'/ Tuesday, October 11th / 6:15
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Jonathan
Currently Involving: Lauren, Jonathan
So she'd had all night to think it over, and try to calm herself down, but Lauren was still pissed. PISSED!! Even the pint of ice cream she ate didn't do the trick. RAWR!! The lion inside her wanted to find that wanker and rip his bloody head off.
No one messed with her friends. No. One. Certainly not some pansy arsed prick like Jonathan Kincade. Ugh.
The anger inside her had been festering all day. She had gone to bed, telling herself that she'd just let it drop... because Tobias didn't want her to do anything, right? Wouldn't look good for a girl to fight his battles, or some such nonsense like that. And she'd tried to listen to him, tried to do what he wished, but the rage was increasing my the minute and unless she did something soon, she was going to explode!
Lauren couldn't even concentrate enough to eat her dinner. How annoying! Not only did bloody Jonathan have to beat her best mate up, but now he was ruining her appetite? Not on.
She idly played with her food for a few minutes, finally dropping the fork on her plate as she scanned the room for one specific individual. Oh, and look who it was! Jonathan himself, sitting at the Slytherin table. How quaint.
It took all the will power she had in her not to storm over and hex the hell out of the git... as it were, she still stormed over to him, but rather than casting a hex, she simply tapped him on the shoulder, a blank expression on her face, "Can I talk to you?"
Location: Great Hall
Open To: Jonathan
Currently Involving: Lauren, Jonathan
So she'd had all night to think it over, and try to calm herself down, but Lauren was still pissed. PISSED!! Even the pint of ice cream she ate didn't do the trick. RAWR!! The lion inside her wanted to find that wanker and rip his bloody head off.
No one messed with her friends. No. One. Certainly not some pansy arsed prick like Jonathan Kincade. Ugh.
The anger inside her had been festering all day. She had gone to bed, telling herself that she'd just let it drop... because Tobias didn't want her to do anything, right? Wouldn't look good for a girl to fight his battles, or some such nonsense like that. And she'd tried to listen to him, tried to do what he wished, but the rage was increasing my the minute and unless she did something soon, she was going to explode!
Lauren couldn't even concentrate enough to eat her dinner. How annoying! Not only did bloody Jonathan have to beat her best mate up, but now he was ruining her appetite? Not on.
She idly played with her food for a few minutes, finally dropping the fork on her plate as she scanned the room for one specific individual. Oh, and look who it was! Jonathan himself, sitting at the Slytherin table. How quaint.
It took all the will power she had in her not to storm over and hex the hell out of the git... as it were, she still stormed over to him, but rather than casting a hex, she simply tapped him on the shoulder, a blank expression on her face, "Can I talk to you?"