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[margietheshy]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Friends In Low Places' / Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 / 9:45 am
Location: Empty classroom by the Ravenclaw common room
Open To: Noah
Currently Involving: Margie

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[noah_ogilvy]

If Margie thought that she had been through an embarrassing situation the previous week, she really had NO idea. Poor Noah Ogilvy, the bloke that never went out of his way to flirt or get a snog (erm... aside from that bet, but that wasn't what he meant exactly), had kissed a Slytherin elitist and had almost kissed a young Gryffindor. He was horrified by his actions, still making a point to not stand out in a crowd and to hide in his dorm whenever possible. It was definitely not normal for him to have taken his shirt off in front of people more than once in the course of a month.

He was feeling slightly more relaxed for the moment, however, and that meant he actually wasn't grimacing as he stepped outside of the Ravenclaw Common Room and into the corridor. He'd convinced himself that apart from the wrath of the young Gryffindor's friends and the potential murder by the snake princess, he wasn't in too bad shape

[margietheshy]

Poor Noah indeed. If anyone deserved an award for worst week ever it would have to be him. Ok it may not seem that way to some people, but sometimes kissing someone was the most embarrassing thing. Especially afterwards. Who knew what would happen then?

Of course when he entered her mind was far away from that and deep in rebellions in the 16th century! Fascinating. Who knew so much could happen and then cause even more destruction? Why they even got all worked up by some old cauldrons was a little silly in her opinion, but weren't they all? Imagine being going completely loony over a cauldron...

That was where her train of thought derailed, as Noah's voice pulled her straight out of her own little bubble. It also shot her whole body a few good inches into the air. What could she say? Her nerves were up and going at full force. It was her first response mechanism, before looking over to see who it was.

Thank goodness it was Noah. Thank you Merlin, she thought as she quickly pushed herself up so that she was in a sitting position.

[noah_ogilvy]

No, Margie was unfortunately correct about not everyone understanding the severity of the situation. His own best mate, Troy Frogley, had seen nothing wrong with the snogging scenario and had congratulated Noah on his lips' adventure. Oh, and then there was Thatcher who was actually somewhat jealous. Did no one understand that there was the possibility of his death here? NO ONE? Well, at least Margie would have... had she known, and thank Merlin she didn't because HOW EMBARRASSING.

Noah could definitely say that he wished he was lost in the 16th century. History of Magic was one of his favourite subjects, not to mention the only topic that could keep him from inventing his own stories.

He could easily imagine getting worked up over a cauldron. He just had that type of personality, sadly.

"I could save them, but I have a phobia of parchment cuts," he explained with a shrug of his shoulders, chuckling a little at the fact that his statement had some truth behind it. Parchment cuts were awful, and he always felt as if he had one on

[margietheshy]

Yes Margie would have understood, but it was a very good thing she didn't know. That would be more embarrassing than anything and she would be worried that he would get hurt as well! Last week had been a complete and utter disaster, except for Lexi and Thatcher, but for most of the other people. Just horrible.

"Phobia? Really? Well that must be hard," she said with a frown, not imagining what it would be like to be like that. Really it must be horrible to even go near a parchment for him. Especially on bad days, parchments always seemed to sneak those in when you were especially done or on a schedule. Ugh.

Of course she was a tad too gullible to realize that he might be making it up. If he said it wouldn't it be true? And phobias weren't something to joke about, right? So what if she would believe just about anything, it kept her happy and safe from being too embarrassed. Until afterwards.