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BanaBatGirl · 06-18-2009, 08:30 PM

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Originally Posted by NicoT

"Rescued... ah yes that is what I was doing..." Ethan cleared his throat and, well he didn't blush, Zan didn't do blushing... much.

"Gavin the Gryffindor." Ethan agreed quietly, standing up straighter as Annie stepped towards him. She was a good friend, that Annie. "I think... they are perhaps more than friends?" he paused and added hurriedly, "But not me... not... like... ah.." He eyed the photograph as she put it down, half-glaring at Axe's ridiculous smirk and leaning forward to nudge the picture face down. "Yes they can be, but if they are real friends they are supposed to be worth it." Apparently.

He took the necklace out of the case carefully and slowly brought it around her neck, carefully brushing her fiery hair out of the way as he did up the clasp and adjusted the fall of the necklace slightly and let her hair fall from his fingers. "It suits you." And it really did suit her, but really Anastasia Bunbury would pretty much look good no matter what she did or did not wear.

He spared a brief glance at the prefect and slowly walked around to view the necklace from the front. "I was just... advising Dominic on possible future careers." Ethan perched on the edge of his desk and tugged on his shirtsleeves.

What, why was he clearing his throat for? And was that a blush? Never. Anastasia was imagining things, for as far as her memory extended...well, a rescue was exactly what had happened. She shrugged it off and eyed Ethan's sleeves that still needed fixing. Hmmph.

"Oh, I think you might be correct there," she watched his reaction to the photograph with an amused little smile. "Although uh, we probably shouldn't assume things," Annie added absentmindedly. "People just.... assume things... and then you find that you aren't friends anymore." Her smile faded as she thought of Axe and how Axe only ever saw what he wanted to see, that jealous man. He would never get over Jimmy.

She stood at ease as she waited for the necklace to click, and then, aaaah prettyness. "Thank youuuu," she practically purred, lightly touching the diamonds at the base of her throat. Annie had bling, ka-ching, bada boom bada bing and she was so happy she could have hugged a porcupine ~~or a professor~~. The redhead watched Zan walk around to the desk and wondered if there was perhaps a mirror or some other reflective surface around? Oh wait, there was just a nosy prefect in the corner.

"Mmmhmm," she muttered, blinking at the Prefect. What was he doing over there anyways? Didn't he have any manners to LEAVE when adults were talking? Children these days. "I don't suppose one of Denton's future careers involves Herbology? Or...eavesdropping?"

Bunbury narrowed her eyes in the Hufflepuff's direction and then remembered her present for Ethan, since it sort of related to her subject. "I almost forgot. This is for you." Annie turned her back to the Prefect and finally pulled a small, thick brown leather-bound book out of the right pocket of ~~her~~ the jacket. She set it on the edge of the desk next to Ethan and then watched him fidget with his shirtsleeves some more, letting out a little puff of air at his antics. Boys - no, even men - did not know how to dress themselves, did they?

"Let me fix those," she stated rather than asked, moving forward and smartening up Zan's sleeves with two tugs here, a fold there, a clasp of a button and repeat. "That's better." It was for her own sake, not his, that the sleeves needed fixing. Uneven untidiness would have just made her twitch. And...he looked nice with snazzy sleeves.

Annie moved away from Ethan then and wandered around to the back of his giant desk and the nice, squishy chair behind it. What a nice chair. It was no couch but it looked like it needed someone to sit in it. She plopped down and leaned back, swirling the chair to and fro just a bit as she waited for Zan to inspect the book. "The book, um, I bought it off a local in Iquitos, just so you know...it had some Amazonian history in it and then added in a few notes and photos of my own," she spoke up. It was just a book. He liked books. Surely he'd like this book.

And just to reassure herself as she reached into the left pocket of the jacket as she waited for a response. There it was, a little hand-carved, detailed wooden box, still there after who knew how long. Bunbury left the box in the jacket and crossed one leg over the other, trying to forget about Dominic as she waited for Ethan to say something about the book.

06-18-2009, 08:30 PM	#53 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by NicoT "Rescued... ah yes that is what I was doing..." Ethan cleared his throat and, well he didn't blush, Zan didn't do blushing... much. "Gavin the Gryffindor." Ethan agreed quietly, standing up straighter as Annie stepped towards him. She was a good friend, that Annie. "I think... they are perhaps more than friends?" he paused and added hurriedly, "But not me... not... like... ah.." He eyed the photograph as she put it down, half-glaring at Axe's ridiculous smirk and leaning forward to nudge the picture face down. "Yes they can be, but if they are real friends they are supposed to be worth it." Apparently. He took the necklace out of the case carefully and slowly brought it around her neck, carefully brushing her fiery hair out of the way as he did up the clasp and adjusted the fall of the necklace slightly and let her hair fall from his fingers. "It suits you." And it really did suit her, but really Anastasia Bunbury would pretty much look good no matter what she did or did not wear. He spared a brief glance at the prefect and slowly walked around to view the necklace from the front. "I was just... advising Dominic on possible future careers." Ethan perched on the edge of his desk and tugged on his shirtsleeves. What, why was he clearing his throat for? And was that a blush? Never. Anastasia was imagining things, for as far as her memory extended...well, a rescue was exactly what had happened. She shrugged it off and eyed Ethan's sleeves that still needed fixing. Hmmph. "Oh, I think you might be correct there," she watched his reaction to the photograph with an amused little smile. "Although uh, we probably shouldn't assume things," Annie added absentmindedly. "People just.... assume things... and then you find that you aren't friends anymore." Her smile faded as she thought of Axe and how Axe only ever saw what he wanted to see, that jealous man. He would never get over Jimmy. She stood at ease as she waited for the necklace to click, and then, aaaah prettyness. "Thank youuuu," she practically purred, lightly touching the diamonds at the base of her throat. Annie had bling, ka-ching, bada boom bada bing and she was so happy she could have hugged a porcupine ~~or a professor~~. The redhead watched Zan walk around to the desk and wondered if there was perhaps a mirror or some other reflective surface around? Oh wait, there was just a nosy prefect in the corner. "Mmmhmm," she muttered, blinking at the Prefect. What was he doing over there anyways? Didn't he have any manners to LEAVE when adults were talking? Children these days. "I don't suppose one of Denton's future careers involves Herbology? Or...eavesdropping?" Bunbury narrowed her eyes in the Hufflepuff's direction and then remembered her present for Ethan, since it sort of related to her subject. "I almost forgot. This is for you." Annie turned her back to the Prefect and finally pulled a small, thick brown leather-bound book out of the right pocket of ~~her~~ the jacket. She set it on the edge of the desk next to Ethan and then watched him fidget with his shirtsleeves some more, letting out a little puff of air at his antics. Boys - no, even men - did not know how to dress themselves, did they? "Let me fix those," she stated rather than asked, moving forward and smartening up Zan's sleeves with two tugs here, a fold there, a clasp of a button and repeat. "That's better." It was for her own sake, not his, that the sleeves needed fixing. Uneven untidiness would have just made her twitch. And...he looked nice with snazzy sleeves. Annie moved away from Ethan then and wandered around to the back of his giant desk and the nice, squishy chair behind it. What a nice chair. It was no couch but it looked like it needed someone to sit in it. She plopped down and leaned back, swirling the chair to and fro just a bit as she waited for Zan to inspect the book. "The book, um, I bought it off a local in Iquitos, just so you know...it had some Amazonian history in it and then added in a few notes and photos of my own," she spoke up. It was just a book. He liked books. Surely he'd like this book. And just to reassure herself as she reached into the left pocket of the jacket as she waited for a response. There it was, a little hand-carved, detailed wooden box, still there after who knew how long. Bunbury left the box in the jacket and crossed one leg over the other, trying to forget about Dominic as she waited for Ethan to say something about the book. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind