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Originally Posted by
kayquilz 
PFFFT. Elliot raised an eyebrow at Nate. She had never talked to the kid, but she didn't care. And she sooo could have handled it herself...really...but she was happy she had her chair.
Sure, anyone could sit there...
...When Elliot wasn't in the room. HEr facial features remained annoyed, though, as she opened her book. She ignored the little trio...deciding not to butt in too much. They seemed occupied, and Merlin knew how annoyed Elliot would be if someone was trying to just butt into their conversation. MEH.
She heard him...some new boy...she had never seen him before...maybe she had, she didn't know! Or care, really. She raised a dangerous eyebrow at him..."I like this seat. I should write my name on it." She said in her drawl, eyeing him dangerously, now.
Hmph.
Elliot was SCARY. Or at least working on it.
Having said his piece, Ethan turned his attention back to the half-written letter. Whether or not those boys wanted to heed his words was no longer his concern. Figuring the situation would now resolve itself, the fifth year penned a few more words, then looked up as a movement caught his eye.
Did Glare!Girl really have the nerve to sit in that chair even after someone was dumped from it?! Ethan shook his head slightly, simply amazed at her sheer brazenness, then turned back - yet again - to his letter, determined to finish it today. But that apparently was not to be, as the girl called Elliot seemed to not be happy with just taking occupied seats, but also had to let everyone know it.
Ethan slowly lifted his eyes to meet hers. First giving the girl an appraising look, the corners of his mouth soon lifted into an amused smirk. Did she think she was
intimidating him?
Cute.
"Write your name on it..." he slowly repeated with a hint of incredulity.
"Look about you... this common room is amazing." Hmm, was he finally showing some House pride?
"Why on earth would you want to tarnish that by scrawling your name on a piece of furniture?" Graffiti in the common room was less than impressive (although it might be funny in another common room, heh).
Shrugging, he added,
"Even if you did, it still wouldn't belong to you." He leaned closer as if to tell her a big secret and said in a mock whisper,
"That's why it's called a common room." The fifteen year old leaned back in his seat and turned back to his letter, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be finishing. In the five minutes he knew her, he had gotten the idea that Elliot was the type of person who had to have the last word.