Week Name/Date/Time: 'Lost and Found' / Thursday 17th November 2005 / 7:08 PM Location: Quidditch Pitch Open To: Hargreaves Currently Involving: Adrien
Hargreaves sprinted down the hard stone stairs so quickly he nearly tripped on his feet a few times. He never tried to be late, but he had stayed longer than expected at supper and then still had to go back for his broom. Thankfully, he was only ten minutes late or so. He figured Adrien would understand, he usually did.
JUST as he turned the corner to the pitch he stopped in his tracks, regained his breath, straightened his hair and got all tidy, and then strolled out as cool as a cucumber. His shiny shoes crunched in the grass, looking sophisticated and neat, as if he hadn't ran the marathon back and forth through the castle.
Image is everything, Hargreaves, his father had told him many times.
He approached Adrien without even greeting him, as he was one of his close friends, which was a rarity for him, really. "Sorry I'm late, Bennet. Bit of a supper mixup." This usually meant he had been stuck listening to mindless chatter coming from some mindless Hufflepuff, which actually happened frequently, so Adrien was certain to
It was a good thing that Adrien hadn't seen him nearly tripping or else he would have laughed. Hard. Well, some friend he was. But hey, the Hargreaves he saw approaching him was looking completely composed and un-tease-worthy
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"It probably was the same person," Adrien responded. "I don't know too many puffs who just waltz over to a Slytherin and strike up a conversation." But then again, he didn't really consider the Puffs to be the smartest of houses so maybe there were a handful who were just that stupid. "I don't know how you manage to listen to all of 'em. You really need to learn that no, not EVERYONE is going to help you in your master plan or whatever and that it won't kill you to be rude every once in a while
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JUST as he turned the corner to the pitch he stopped in his tracks, regained his breath, straightened his hair and got all tidy, and then strolled out as cool as a cucumber. His shiny shoes crunched in the grass, looking sophisticated and neat, as if he hadn't ran the marathon back and forth through the castle.
Image is everything, Hargreaves, his father had told him many times.
He approached Adrien without even greeting him, as he was one of his close friends, which was a rarity for him, really. "Sorry I'm late, Bennet. Bit of a supper mixup." This usually meant he had been stuck listening to mindless chatter coming from some mindless Hufflepuff, which actually happened frequently, so Adrien was certain to
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