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Waterloo · 11-21-2009, 03:45 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

In moments like these (which were very frequent, mind you) Willow felt exceedingly grateful that her last year at Hogwarts was slowly but surely coming to an end.

Working on a potion with a partner. A Love Potion, at that, and worst of all - with a boy.

Lovely.

And if Celandine's guess was correct, they'd have to try it on each other.

Insert her fuming here.

"Woodson Whitcomb," Called the seventh year after properly sulking about her future disgrace for at least five minutes. "You will be my partner." Because he did not have one, and, just like her, did not seem to be particularly happy about this class either.

Lightly, Willow raised one of her small and pale hands and crooked an index finger at him, motioning to come to her.

Well, if she was going to be forced to be obsessed with some boy at least it would not be with one that happened to look like a mountain troll.

'Woodson Whitcomb, you will be my partner'?

Woodson didn't even have to look up to know who said those words. It could only be Willow Kovac. And people thought the Whitcomb twins were full of themselves? Hah. Woodson scoffed under his breath as he moved carefully towards the girl.

"You know, it's common courtesy to ASK, not to TELL." He was a Whitcomb. He did NOT take orders.

"Now, if you'd like to ask me to be your partner for the class, I will kindly oblige," he bowed his head slightly. He WAS in need of a partner after all. "And don't go forgetting the 'please.'"

Snicker.

11-21-2009, 03:45 AM	#253 (permalink)
Waterloo Occamy Join Date: May 2007 Location: London Posts: 63,511 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cora Dredworth Sixth Year x1	connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed In moments like these (which were very frequent, mind you) Willow felt exceedingly grateful that her last year at Hogwarts was slowly but surely coming to an end. Working on a potion with a partner. A Love Potion, at that, and worst of all - with a boy. Lovely. And if Celandine's guess was correct, they'd have to try it on each other. Insert her fuming here. "Woodson Whitcomb," Called the seventh year after properly sulking about her future disgrace for at least five minutes. "You will be my partner." Because he did not have one, and, just like her, did not seem to be particularly happy about this class either. Lightly, Willow raised one of her small and pale hands and crooked an index finger at him, motioning to come to her. Well, if she was going to be forced to be obsessed with some boy at least it would not be with one that happened to look like a mountain troll. 'Woodson Whitcomb, you will be my partner'? Woodson didn't even have to look up to know who said those words. It could only be Willow Kovac. And people thought the Whitcomb twins were full of themselves? Hah. Woodson scoffed under his breath as he moved carefully towards the girl. "You know, it's common courtesy to ASK, not to TELL." He was a Whitcomb. He did NOT take orders. "Now, if you'd like to ask me to be your partner for the class, I will kindly oblige," he bowed his head slightly. He WAS in need of a partner after all. "And don't go forgetting the 'please.'" Snicker. __________________ _____________Take part in our Higgledy Piggledy House Cup!