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| curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog Quote:
Originally Posted by Mordred “The floor is cold...so maybe that’s how cats predict that a storm is coming?” Ethan murmured to himself as he closed his eyes this time and concentrated on the matter. He has been studying day and night for his OWLs, given that he missed chunks of lessons earlier in the term. Stupid dragon pox, really. Exhaustion was slowly claiming his senses, his chewing slowed down greatly...it was as if he was falling asleep in a very weird, and awkward position.
He was starting to picture lots of cats in his head when BAM! Heavy books fell on the ground, and caused a thunderous noise. “STORM!” Ethan jolted back up in a seating position, sending Simon’s notes flying in the air. The blond boy looked around blinking several times, his eyes slightly crossed eyed from the sudden change of position. “Wh...aa? Huh? Who’s there??!” Ethan quickly got up, collected Simon’s notes and repeatedly smacked the right side of his head. “Ugh...I don’t feel so good...who are yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...oh.”
Oh hell no.
AWKWARD MUCH.
Yep, he’s heard things about Caleb, and THE badge stuff, but Ethan shrugged it off. He didn’t make a big deal out of it since he didn’t feel like he was cut out for the job in the first place anyway. But there he was...Caleb. He knew that the term won’t be over without bumping into the guy...well...in an awkward positionsituation. “Hey mate!” Ethan shook off the uncomfortable feeling as he rushed towards his prefect and helped him with his things. “Don’t look at him...don’t look at him...don’t look at him...” he thought as he absentmindedly dropped his things again on the floor and picked it up again. “Y-yeah...yes I’m back. Stupid dragon pox is gone now...so...” DRATS. There’s nothing else to pick up on the floor! Eeeek. Caleb didn't know what to do. He was sweating and shaking...for some reason, he had a feeling that Ethan was going to hex him. Ok, he KNEW that was goofy and totally not realistic - but still, after what people thought he'd done to him, did he blame the guy?? He was helping him with his books, though, that was nice. "Um, thanks," Caleb said, taking his books in a haste from his housemate. He still didn't know why he had caught Ethan with his forehead against the ground - did dragon pox make your brain go loopy? "Oh, dragon pox! I'm sorry to hear that, but um...glad you're back," he told him with a smile. That explained it all - he must have had a real killer case of it, too, if it took him THAT long to come back. "Are you uhh...ok with like...classes? I mean, it IS OWL year...not that I don't think you could be ok with catching up, just...I mean, I'M going mental I can hardly imagine..." ok, he was not making this situation any better. But talking about school was a lot better than talking about badge stuff. And how he'd been accused of Ethan's murder since term had started...
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