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Dominic sighed quietly once more, awaiting for Savannah to finish with Lima. It wasn't long of a wait, but long enough for the fourth year to want to leave already. And then the sixth year prefect finally addressed him, telling him he didn't need to apologize? Oh dear. Gulping nervously, he forced his hands into his pockets as he looked at her. She probably already did think he was mental!
But before he could reply to her, she suddenly had to leave to get her journal from the library. At least that was her story... Not really wanting to go to the library himself, he decided maybe he'd just leave of his own and meet up with her in a corridor someplace.
Dominic flitted his eyes back from the portrait door as it closed behind the prefect and over towards Lima once more. "Pleasure to meet you, Lima," he replied, realizing he didn't like this talk. It was too formal for him; no wonder he didn't do it often. His thoughts flashed back to the Potions Professor and then to the present once more. "Nothing. Just wanted to say hi, but I've forgotten that I have some work to catch up on. See you later!"
Starting towards the exit of the common room, the badger stopped at the sound of a familiar voice. Christine's voice. She was talking low, so he had to strain to hear her, but the mention of his name made it easier to focus. Dominic has a tendency to be, well sort of rude, and he was being true to himself a few minutes ago, but now he is being polite. I'm thinking he must be impurised. So I'm watching to see if its just a momentary thing, or if he really is going to start being nice now. Oh yes, she definitely had a thing for him. Who didn't? Nonetheless, she had to know he didn't care much for the female population just yet; thought they were annoying...
But something was pulling on him to say something to her. And he did. "Evening Christine," he said out-of-the-blue, before his eyes noticed where his feet were directed again. Right, he couldn't have delays. "Sorry can't talk. See you later."
With that, the fourth year boy exited the common room through the portrait door, that opened as he approached it.
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