Originally Posted by Daffy.Potter

Livvy smiled at the little cuuuuutte boy as he threw a few smiles and glances here and there. Crazy? I think he was just underestimating Cam's sanity. It was more like MANIACAL INSANE! But she decided to keep her mouth shut. She'd just be asking for more poking wars from Cam.

Smirking slightly at Cy and in her head she was thinking, Lord Andrus? Me call you that? In your dreams, sweetie. "Pleased to meet you Cy. I'm Livvy," she said, grinning cheerfully.

Boy were they both spazzes. One moment Cy was introducing himself to her... the next moment he was talking about S'mores! "S'mores? What is that, Cy? Are they some British or American muggle thing of some sort?" she asked curiously. S'mores... what funny word. Livvy couldn't imagine what a S'more was... and she was brought up in the Muggle world, assuming that S'mores belonged in the Muggle world. It should be... she hadn't heard of S'mores before ever in her life.

Livvy turned her attention back to Cam. Ah. Crazy, maniacal, delusional Cam.

She raised an eyebrow at him. Hobo zombies. "Is that your theory of an Apocalypse? That the world will be taken over by Hobo Zombies, out to kill us all?" Livvy asked. What in the world was this kid talking about? He needed to see a doctor.... or something... or maybe stick him in a room with Professor Kazimeriz and see who suffocates first... that should be fun.

Alright. No more bringing up Santa Clause with this kid. Period.

The Ravenclaw just stared at the boy as he told her that you were supposed to give Santa cookies. "Well how am I supposed to know, Cam? There was no Santa Clause where I live, hun. Santa Clause just didn't exist in our household... hun."

"Then go ask Nurse Avalon for cookies or Masterson for some." Livvy sure wanted to get some cookies herself and shove them down that little boy's throat. He didn't used to be this annoying last term.... did he? She couldn't remember. They had only met up about three times, all very short meetings.

Whuuuuutt?! Did... did he just slap her?

"Did... did you just slap me?" she asked, incredulously. What did she ever do to him? Livvy was gonna slap him on the back, right back.. but decided it'd be un-Ravenclaw of her. It's what a Slytherin Cam would do.

Oh right. The lovebirds. Heh heh.... yeah... she was gonna die today. If it wasn't by those two... it'd be by the cat on the ground that was practically hissing at her. Well wasn't she on the 'most favorite people' list? Everyone wanted a piece of her.... to chew on and destroy.

Livvy glanced over at the boy, raising an eyebrow, curiously. "Well... I'm Livvy," she said, not even bothering to ask the boy for his name. She didn't even know why she told him who she was. Not like he would care. Although his tone was pleasant, his eyes shone with fury. Geez. Touchy much?

People should know by now that they were setting themselves up to be interrupted and disturbed when they're sitting around on a social camp-out with hyper children. If they wanted to discuss private matters... why not discuss it in a private place? Was Livvy ever going to understand the minds of teenagers? Even though she's one, herself.

And out of the corner of her eye... what in Merlin's beard? Was that boy pouting? A smirk tugged on the bottom of her lips as he attempted to make his face neutral... but too late. Nothing escaped the ever so watchful eyes of Olivia Zhang.

Position? Livvy looked at the boy, confused. "I'm sorry? Position? What position were you in, exactly? I just saw you two talking," she said, scratching her head. She knew that she had interrupted something? Did she? Livvy was surprised to see Rachel with a boy... but she had just assumed that the boy was a friend. Guess not.

Livvy glanced over at Rachel, curious at how come she hadn't told her about this boy. Obviously they had grown distant but she assumed they had been the best of friends. Guess they actually weren't. Best friends told each other everything, right?

Obviously by how they glanced at each other every now and then with this lingering and longing look, which Livvy couldn't quite decipher, but could only assume it was a look of lust. And with the pouty faces and blushing faces... it all pointed in that direction. Livvy had always been rather stupid in that... uhm... subject. Excelling in everything... except for.. that. And she didn't plan on it, either. Not that anyone would like her. Livvy was just Livvy. Poked by little boys... hated by her best friend and her boyfriend, along with their cat... yes... Livvy was just... Livvy. So normal and plain. She might as well just crawl in a hole right about now.