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Angie · 10-29-2009, 07:36 AM

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Originally Posted by Harmonizer

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.

Sticking her nose in the air and ignoring his antics -actually, Willow was just going to IGNORE Samson Carswell altogether- and as she allowed her green eyes to wander around the room lazily, they caught the sight of ... the Head Boy looking at her - at them, actually, for he was undoubtedly looking at the person next to her as well. WHY was he looking? Surely he didn't ... oh, great. WHY had he not gotten himself a girlfriend yet? THAT way she would be out of his head soon. Dominic Denton was clearly not a smart one, and no wonder why he'd not been sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Save the cute and sweet and just all around puke-inducing talk; I have no desire to hear about just how much you love Issy," commented Willow lightly and in a low tone of voice as her eyes went from the familiar Hufflepuff boy, to the ... green eyed and dark haired boy next to her. Great. Everyone had green eyes and dark hair these days. What was UP with people trying to copy her? "You should know, however," Continued the brunette, writing swiftly on her parchment about Dark creatures for the Defense Against The Dark Arts homework, "That if you break your heart, I will break your face. And quite possibly every single bone inside your pretty little body, too." Abruptly looking at him again, with a smile on her face, she finished, "Is that clear? Good."

... Which dark creature was the worst? They were all horrible, in Willow's opinion! Though Boggarts and Dementors were probably the worst, really ... "Hmm? Oh, right - acquaintances." Stopping a sentence in which she explained how facing a boggart had been almost a life scarring experience, Willow ventured a glance at Samson, head tipping to one side, considering him. "I guess I could try being your acquaintance." TRY being the keyword, folks. "But, see, the thing is, I don't like you the eighty percent of the time, and I'm fairly certain you don't like me either, so no promises okay? Don't get your hopes up." And she said this in an incredibly calm and light and almost friendly tone of voice.

Shrugging to herself and thinking that if Samson wanted to even try being acquaintances or whatever he'd better not bring up the thing he had for best friend, she went back to her Defense Against the Dark Arts Homework, only to be interrupted again. This was exactly why she hated studying in groups. "How come you are not busy?" Frowning, Willow forced herself to continue scribbling down about Boggarts and the stupidity of kneazles, "This is our NEWTs year. Are you actually as lazy and careless as you look?" Probably. He was, after all, Gavin Lupe's best friend. Which in Willow's mind meant that Samson was the equivalent of the Devil's Seed. "And look at that," Smirking (or was it actually smiling? It was hard to tell, for her face was still focused on the parchment as he hand scribbled down) "We have something in common; we both hate people."

Or crowds. Same difference.

10-29-2009, 07:36 AM	#214 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by Harmonizer 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. Sticking her nose in the air and ignoring his antics -actually, Willow was just going to IGNORE Samson Carswell altogether- and as she allowed her green eyes to wander around the room lazily, they caught the sight of ... the Head Boy looking at her - at them, actually, for he was undoubtedly looking at the person next to her as well. WHY was he looking? Surely he didn't ... oh, great. WHY had he not gotten himself a girlfriend yet? THAT way she would be out of his head soon. Dominic Denton was clearly not a smart one, and no wonder why he'd not been sorted into Ravenclaw. "Save the cute and sweet and just all around puke-inducing talk; I have no desire to hear about just how much you love Issy," commented Willow lightly and in a low tone of voice as her eyes went from the familiar Hufflepuff boy, to the ... green eyed and dark haired boy next to her. Great. Everyone had green eyes and dark hair these days. What was UP with people trying to copy her? "You should know, however," Continued the brunette, writing swiftly on her parchment about Dark creatures for the Defense Against The Dark Arts homework, "That if you break your heart, I will break your face. And quite possibly every single bone inside your pretty little body, too." Abruptly looking at him again, with a smile on her face, she finished, "Is that clear? Good." ... Which dark creature was the worst? They were all horrible, in Willow's opinion! Though Boggarts and Dementors were probably the worst, really ... "Hmm? Oh, right - acquaintances." Stopping a sentence in which she explained how facing a boggart had been almost a life scarring experience, Willow ventured a glance at Samson, head tipping to one side, considering him. "I guess I could try being your acquaintance." TRY being the keyword, folks. "But, see, the thing is, I don't like you the eighty percent of the time, and I'm fairly certain you don't like me either, so no promises okay? Don't get your hopes up." And she said this in an incredibly calm and light and almost friendly tone of voice. Shrugging to herself and thinking that if Samson wanted to even try being acquaintances or whatever he'd better not bring up the thing he had for best friend, she went back to her Defense Against the Dark Arts Homework, only to be interrupted again. This was exactly why she hated studying in groups. "How come you are not busy?" Frowning, Willow forced herself to continue scribbling down about Boggarts and the stupidity of kneazles, "This is our NEWTs year. Are you actually as lazy and careless as you look?" Probably. He was, after all, Gavin Lupe's best friend. Which in Willow's mind meant that Samson was the equivalent of the Devil's Seed. "And look at that," Smirking (or was it actually smiling? It was hard to tell, for her face was still focused on the parchment as he hand scribbled down) "We have something in common; we both hate people." Or crowds. Same difference. __________________