lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet "Culloden was acting a bit... I dunno..." West was trying to watch his mouth and y'know, not trash talk a professor but honestly, "He was a bit of a jerk and all impatient and whatever with the little kids." Not that it effected him or anything, but if it was a Slytherin kid getting picked on then he might bug Theo to deal with it... But he shrugged off the baby face thing. "Could be worse, could've called you ugly." He grinned at Terry and then started putting his Selina poster up.
Theo and Ascanius both got looks that were partway amused and partway exasperated, it wasn't as if it was that late, and really if they felt like being utterly antisocial and sleeping they could pull their curtains and use a silencing charm. Or ask him to do it for them since actually when West thought about it he wasn't sure Theo knew how, and he expected Ascanius would find it too much effort.
And look at that! Terry to the rescue! Food! Awesome! Now he wouldn't digest himself from the inside out! He grinned in thanks and caught the packets one at a time and ripped into the salt and vinegar crisps. MMmmmmmmmmmmmunchhhhhhhhhhh.
Since he had the floor and all the attention, West put his poster progress aside and walked into the dead centre of the room, crisp packet in one hand, the other all grand gestures. "Not exactly social. But not.... not social." He said to Jozsua and then immediately looked at Theo too because no matter that Jozsua had reason to sulk and whatnot, Theodore was the most anti-social of all of them. Heh. Or maybe the most selectively social at least unless West twisted his arm. He had arm twisting plans too. "Look, its our last term. Everything is crap, but I don't want to spend the year moping about or feeling guilty or wishing things were different or fighting against stuff we can't change. What we can do is have a good time, and make all the right memories. Finish it all off with a bang, yeah?" He looked around at all of them. "So I propose dorm wars. Boys versus girls." He gestured expansively, a few stray crisps coming loose from the packet and peppering the floor like so many tiny bits of salty confetti.
In other words, lets all be a bit immature aaaand, "Pranks." Make all the pretty girls squeal and plot revenge.
.... they'd probably all get murdered, but hell, it'd be fun.
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