Who: Cordelia Chase, OPEN What: Hanging out, waiting for next period Where: Around campus When: In between classes, mid-morning Rating: G to PG
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Endymion happened to be walking across campus at that very moment, either between classes or having gotten off by his own again. He recognized Cordelia as a girl from the history class, and from around the academy. He gave her a small nod as they passed.
"Oh! So that's why you looked familiar," Cordelia said, grinning openly now. "But I don't think we've formally met. Name's Cordelia Chase." She held out her hand, very friendly and smiling - because, hey. Cute guy ahead.
James had set up shop under a tree not too far off the beaten sidewalk. It wasn't really the lawn at Hogwarts, nor the Marauders' usual spot, but meh. You did what you could with what you had. Which was why he was laying on top of his Quidditch robe, a text open in front of him and a roll of parchment beside him. It just was too nice out to do school work at all, let alone inside.
He was scratching his head furiously at a page, flipping it back and forth as his forehead just got more and more wrinkled.
"Now, I'm ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine nine nine per cent positive half the words on this page were just made up," he said woefully to no one in particular. Prongs was seriously jonesing for his bookish Moony right about now.
"Hey me," he replied distractedly, not looking up just yet. "And no, it's just the two but not for lack of trying. The ones I tried to charm to the back of my head kept getting hair in them."
He finally looks to Cordy. "It was a very confidence-shattering backfire."
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"Hi!" she called out. Cordelia had never talked to him before, but his was a familiar face... somewhat.
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"We met before," he mentions. "You were in Ancient Earth History, right?" And paying about as much attention as I was.
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He was scratching his head furiously at a page, flipping it back and forth as his forehead just got more and more wrinkled.
"Now, I'm ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine nine nine per cent positive half the words on this page were just made up," he said woefully to no one in particular. Prongs was seriously jonesing for his bookish Moony right about now.
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"Hey you," she said, as way of greeting. "Four eyes, isn't it?" The one who so kindly thought she was an alien?
Well. This should be interesting.
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He finally looks to Cordy. "It was a very confidence-shattering backfire."
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