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[esme_hinde]

Week Name/Date/Time: "Attack of the Wheezes" / Wednesday March 29th, 2006 / 4.32 PM.
Location: Corridor outside the Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Esme

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[cthatcherhale]

Studying?

Working on one's school work?

Sure, right, he had heard many of his classmates saying that they were to take the week off to study up and prepare, as some Professors (specifically Snape) were sure to come back from their illness sprouting fire and pop quizzes. Well, the classmates that weren't just acting completely off-ish, that was, as it seemed that the lot of Hogwarts was either bat-shite insane or burying themselves in books. Thatcher, however, was neither as he was quite sane and a horrid non-studier.

Well, momentarily quite sane, that was.

Hands stuck into pockets, he strolled down the corridor, headed for the Common Room and in search of someone to join him for supper. Lexi, perhaps? Provided that she wasn't squeezed into either of the aforementioned categories, of course. Or Merry, perhaps? His sort of oddness was much enjoyed. Or.. hey, Esme! She looked to not be mad and wasn't currently shoving books down her own throat, so..

"Esme," he called out, bringing a hand out for a short wave.

[esme_hinde]

Esme was in a bad mood. She'd had a bad start to the week and was now trying to avoid as many people as possible - which wasn't difficult seeing as that everyone seemed to be either acting strangely or studying. And she had tried to study, she really had! She just wasn't a... studying type of person.

She turned when she heard her name called and saw Thatcher standing there. Oh, excellent! He could either cheer her up... or she could take out her bad mood on him if he was annoying. Winning combination! And he wasn't studing, nor was her heart turning somersaults at the mere sight of him which was always a plus.

She smiled and walked over to him. "Hi Thatcher! Not studying? Well I am surprised!" Grinning, she continued. "Care to entertain me? I'm very bored and fed up of my stupid Arithmancy homework."

Should she warn him that she was feeling grouchy and therefore liable to snap if he annoyed her with any stupid games? No, she was sure he'd find out in due course!

[cthatcherhale]

Had he known of her bad mood? Well, he'd be less likely to get slapped, that much was for sure. Not that he planned to jump on her and attack her with snogs and kisses as many of their other housemates would have, what with their nutty behaviour and whatnot, but still. He knew the bad moods of a woman and how to handle them better than he knew anything else.

"Oh, psh," he replied, batting a hand in the air before settling into a charming expression. "Studied from daybreak till just now, Esme. You know me."

Thatcher? Studying? He didn't even have to plaster on an impish grin for one to realize that his statement was a complete and total joke.

"And you know I'm always up to entertain," he added as he finally came to a stop right in front of her, giving her the good, Thatcher-ish look-over. "I can.. juggle. Do silly pet tricks, whatnot. You name it and it's yours. I swear, pet, I'm ten times more entertaining than any dancing bear you dare throw at me."

[esme_hinde]

Esme was not quite so certain of Thatcher's ability to coax her out of her bad mood as he himself would have been but she was willing to give him a chance. And as for throwing himself on her and snogging her? After this week she was just glad that she didn't seem to have any impulses to throw herself on him. Her hormones seemed to be going crazy at the moment.

She smiled at his statement and shook her head as her imagination, while usually vivid, failed to come up with the picture of a studious Thatcher. But really, the geeky look could be interesting on him...

Aaaanyway, she dragged her mind back to what he was saying and raised an eyebrow at his calling her pet. She was not in the mood for his games, and he was going to find out about it if he wasn't careful! "When have I ever let you call me pet, Thatcher? But how's this... you juggle for me and feed me - preferably at the same time - and I'll forgive you. Deal?" She paused. "And talk to the face, please, not to anywhere else!" Hands on hips, she waited for his reply.