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Angie · 10-27-2009, 05:41 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Harmonizer

"Touchy, touchy," Samson muttered quietly as he leaned back on his chair, putting his hands behind his head. He was still smiling, though. "I was just trying to be nice." Snort. Like being nice to Willow Kovac would actually do one any good. Talking to Willow Kovac at all would do one no good. But he was here, and he was talking to her. Oh well.

Whatever was happening in the library, Samson could not understand it, or perhaps he just wasn't as interested as he should have been. In fact, he found himself losing interest more and more as the minutes ticked on. The others seemed to know what they were doing, but it was almost like he could have done his homework on his own, in the comfort of his own dormitory. Well, too late to go back now, since he was here with his stuff, sitting down, already too lazy to get up and try to work elsewhere.

But he couldn't work here, either. Too many distractions.

"How are you, then?" No, Willow. Samson would not go away. Sorry.

Willow, in hopes to just forget about the presence of Samson Carswell next to hair, had actually started to pay attention to her surrounds and to what exactly was Rachel and the other girl who's name she didn't care to learn, were talking about.

It also seemed pretty clear to her that they were working in groups and ... stuff. Ugh. The only times Willow allowed herself to work on a team was during Quidditch - and she was not about to make an exception for some study session.

Which, brought her back to Samson, who, just like her, was not particularly interested in joining any of the groups, and was, therefore, staying there. Right. Next. To. Her.

She was SUCH A LUCKY GIRL.

... UGH! "You know, Samson," Started Willow in a murmur, reaching down and grabbing her messenger bag in order to take out some parchment, books and ink, "Just because you are with Issy doesn't mean with have to be friends. Or like each other. Or even talk, for that matter," continued the seventh year as she placed all her materials on the table, "But if you must know, I'm well. Busy with Quidditch, you know?" Her slender index finger pointed at the badge pinned to her robes, "But well nevertheless. And you?"

Tucking a strand of dark chocolate her behind her ear and looking around the room with a bored expression, the eighteen year old looked at the boy next to her again. "You should probably go and join the rest of the ... people. Join their groups." Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge.

GO!

10-27-2009, 05:41 PM	#204 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,611 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Harmonizer "Touchy, touchy," Samson muttered quietly as he leaned back on his chair, putting his hands behind his head. He was still smiling, though. "I was just trying to be nice." Snort. Like being nice to Willow Kovac would actually do one any good. Talking to Willow Kovac at all would do one no good. But he was here, and he was talking to her. Oh well. Whatever was happening in the library, Samson could not understand it, or perhaps he just wasn't as interested as he should have been. In fact, he found himself losing interest more and more as the minutes ticked on. The others seemed to know what they were doing, but it was almost like he could have done his homework on his own, in the comfort of his own dormitory. Well, too late to go back now, since he was here with his stuff, sitting down, already too lazy to get up and try to work elsewhere. But he couldn't work here, either. Too many distractions. "How are you, then?" No, Willow. Samson would not go away. Sorry. Willow, in hopes to just forget about the presence of Samson Carswell next to hair, had actually started to pay attention to her surrounds and to what exactly was Rachel and the other girl who's name she didn't care to learn, were talking about. It also seemed pretty clear to her that they were working in groups and ... stuff. Ugh. The only times Willow allowed herself to work on a team was during Quidditch - and she was not about to make an exception for some study session. Which, brought her back to Samson, who, just like her, was not particularly interested in joining any of the groups, and was, therefore, staying there. Right. Next. To. Her. She was SUCH A LUCKY GIRL. ... UGH! "You know, Samson," Started Willow in a murmur, reaching down and grabbing her messenger bag in order to take out some parchment, books and ink, "Just because you are with Issy doesn't mean with have to be friends. Or like each other. Or even talk, for that matter," continued the seventh year as she placed all her materials on the table, "But if you must know, I'm well. Busy with Quidditch, you know?" Her slender index finger pointed at the badge pinned to her robes, "But well nevertheless. And you?" Tucking a strand of dark chocolate her behind her ear and looking around the room with a bored expression, the eighteen year old looked at the boy next to her again. "You should probably go and join the rest of the ... people. Join their groups." Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge. GO! __________________