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Week Name/Date/Time: Attack of the Wheezes / Friday March 31st, 2006 / 4:15 PM
Location: Courtyard
Open To: Ben
Currently Involving: Camdyn
Camdyn Ann Baker wasn't feeling too great these days, at least she didn't think so. Most people would be thrilled to have their stomachs filled with butterflies, to smile at the thought of a person, to giggle and blush when they entered a room. Camdyn? Was not so very fond of these things, though she was becoming increasingly more aware that she was fond of one, Hargreaves Beckett.
She was convinced she'd accidentally poisoned herself with those candies in the common room. It was the only explanation, because... she hated him. She loathed him, and while she knew she was secretly fascinated by him... she'd always been rather good at pretending it didn't matter. Now she was actively avoiding him to spare herself the embarrassment.
What better way to keep herself distracted than to follow that other scowly bloke? She grinned as she made herself a bit taller, red hair falling around her shoulders. He'd met her, but he'd not met her like this. Brilliant plan, pretending to be older. He'd never catch on, until she... told him, and she wouldn't! Even if she was positively giddy this week. Oy.
She very carefully strolled out to the courtyard, chocolate cigarette in hand. Sitting on an empty bench with a book in her other hand, she tried her best not to burst into laughter.
Location: Courtyard
Open To: Ben
Currently Involving: Camdyn
Camdyn Ann Baker wasn't feeling too great these days, at least she didn't think so. Most people would be thrilled to have their stomachs filled with butterflies, to smile at the thought of a person, to giggle and blush when they entered a room. Camdyn? Was not so very fond of these things, though she was becoming increasingly more aware that she was fond of one, Hargreaves Beckett.
She was convinced she'd accidentally poisoned herself with those candies in the common room. It was the only explanation, because... she hated him. She loathed him, and while she knew she was secretly fascinated by him... she'd always been rather good at pretending it didn't matter. Now she was actively avoiding him to spare herself the embarrassment.
What better way to keep herself distracted than to follow that other scowly bloke? She grinned as she made herself a bit taller, red hair falling around her shoulders. He'd met her, but he'd not met her like this. Brilliant plan, pretending to be older. He'd never catch on, until she... told him, and she wouldn't! Even if she was positively giddy this week. Oy.
She very carefully strolled out to the courtyard, chocolate cigarette in hand. Sitting on an empty bench with a book in her other hand, she tried her best not to burst into laughter.