 G1GGL3R! *giggles* My GarBear
Terry inched along the cobbled floor, his gaze roving the corridor for any sign of his girlfriend. Gawd, of all places, this would probably be the last that he'd even have thought of looking for. Plus, he wasn't too sure he even wanted her hanging about a place like this in the first place.
Next time, he should just superglue himself to her hands and just tag around everywhere with her. Although that might prove to be a problem when she needed a moment to herself. Like in the loo.
Shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, he continued to pace along the corridor, shaking his hair out of his eyes. Maybe she was someplace else? Like...erm. The library? Terry snorted. Okay, maybe he should look somewhere more realistic. Like the Quidditch pitch. Ahem. |