32. Common Room
His grey eyes danced around the common room, spotting the girl with the curly brown hair once again, a smirk playing on his lips once again as he walked over confidently, letting himself drop on the couch next to her.
“What are you reading?” he asked, actually curious to learn more about her, immediately noticing her jaw tense.
“Sherlock Holmes, now what do you want Black?” she snapped, causing him to chuckle, and in turn her eyes to narrow.
“Nothing” he answered innocently.
“I find that hard to believe” the girl spat, storming off. That girl really was something different. |