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Ivandermius Hart
Third Year |  GUESS WHO'S BACK. BACK AGAIN ♥ Team Samssy ♥
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Originally Posted by Oesed  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! It was apparent that Willow was not up for casual conversation, or any other kind of conversation for that matter. But Samson didn't care, for he wasn't here to really make conversation with Willow. He was just here to be lazy and watch people be studious, and it just so happened that it was Willow whom he spotted first. It wasn't his fault.
Raising his feet on the seat adjacent to him, he pushed back and allowed his chair to lean back slightly. Ah, that was better. So much lost interest in the actual reason for being here, and yet he found he didn't care. In truth, pestering Willow here was a lot more interesting. No, not pestering. Um. Entertaining? Yeah. Besides, it brought back memories of Gavin. Heh.
"Ouch, Willow," he said, wrinkling his face up in mock hurt, even sticking his lower lip out in a pout as he looked sideways at her. "I know you love Issy, and I love Issy too," it was true, too. "But that doesn't mean I have to hate you, and we don't have to be friends, but we could be acquaintances. If you want me to hate you and not be friends, that's fine, but I can't not talk to you." Samson could provide no reason for that, but he decided he didn't need to. Didn't want to. He wasn't exactly messing with Willow, but it was admittedly funny how they were conducting their conversation. But deep down, reaaaally deep down, Samson couldn't exactly just ignore Willow because first of all, she was there, a Ravenclaw, and a seventh year just like he was. Then, she was his girlfriend's best friend. Then, she was his best friend's... love interest? Hehe. But she didn't know that, he was sure.
"And since we are talking here, I'm fine thanks. I... haven't been very busy." Shrug. Like he was supposed to be busy anyway? NOOOT.
He fell silent for a moment, watching her as she took her study materials out and seemingly tried to busy herself with them. Copying off her, Samson took out the only pathetic piece of crumpled parchment he had in his bag (he didn't come prepared, to say the least) and a nice, big, brown quill. Then he looked around. Nothing to do really, and it wasn't like he was going to write anything just like the others around him were doing.
"You kidding me? I'd rather stay here. I hate crowds, doing the same thing and all," he said absently.
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