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[frogleygoof]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Minister Maladies' / Saturday, 25th February 2006 / 2:47 PM.
Location: First Floor Corridor, near Quidditch pitch.
Open To: Rae
Currently Involving: Absolute fit stud extraordinaire Troy

Surely giggling while doing very dangerous turns and nose-dives ruined any manliness that came about from death-defying slying technique. Troy

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[rae_burton]

Rae was still inwardly excited that Minister Malfoy had stopped by yesterday. Of course she wouldn't outwardly show it, but clearly anyone who called them a proper wizard or witch would love him. He was the prime example of someone who was putting their power to good work. In her opinion.

That was yesterday though, and now that the week was over she was glad for the break from dealing with the filth in her classes. There was only so much one could take of them after all, and her tolerance was not very high to begin with.

Taking a nice relaxing breath she looked outside, slightly bummed that the weather didn't permit her to walk outside at the moment. It was something she enjoyed to do alone at odd points in the day or week. Just something to let her mind wander about what she should write or plotting something against someone else.

Unfortunately she was right at the door towards outside when it flung open and that complete nutter Frogley sprinted in. Wonderful, this was exactly what she wanted to do right now, except not

[frogleygoof]

Complete nutter? Well, maybe. Even Troy would admit to that. But a positively fit and magnificent complete nutter? Why, YES! Who wouldn't be completely enthralled with that?! Or so Troy would keep telling himself this.

But surely not this blonde bird walking AWAY from him?! Well. She was probably simply. . .shy! Slytherin, he seemed to at least recognize, and may have known her name, but it didn't come to mind just yet. And that meant? Going to TALK to said bird!

With a cocky smirk on his face and like the nutter that he undoubtedly was, Troy strolled on down the corridor with a bit of a casual jog, catching up to her. "Bloody brilliant weather, really, if I do say so myself. And if I'm correct, I seem to reckon you were just headed out there?" he grinned, "Don't let my look fool you."

[rae_burton]

Great, now she was being followed by this raving lunatic. If there was any part of her body language that said she wanted him to catch up with her and then converse with him, she wouldn't know of it. Then again with Quidditch jocks you never could tell. In her opinion they were as empty as a hollow tree and not one cent more useful.

Rae did everything in her power to not stupefy him in that very instant. No she was not that much of a bitch...ok maybe she was but the minister had put her in a good mood and she would not let this airhead ruin it for her.

"Seeing as how I'm walking away from the door, I highly suspect I'm not venturing outside today," she said cooly, trying with all her might to not look over at him. Maybe he would disappear if she ignored him? Now that's a thought.

[frogleygoof]

Body language? However many times Troy told himself he was aces with understanding birds and all, it was all Greek to him. Hell, this was the bloke who had a history of being completely and utterly enthralled with the girls that HATED him!

He'd remain completely innocent. He hadn't been cursed just yet. Bitched out a few times, or beaten up by a friend of whichever bird he liked, but so is life. You win some and. . .er. . .lose some! That was his philosophy. A sickeningly bright outlook, but it helped him stay happy.

"Ah, but you were about to! I saw!" he grinned and ducked his head a bit to look at her, swaggering as he walked. Ah, and she ignored him! A very shy one indeed! Yes. Troy was blissfully oblivious.