Originally Posted by Deniiz
(Post 10115149)
Why didn't the dork just... leave? Seriously, he had all the excuses--he had a date with someone else, and he could leave at that instant. Just like that. And yet, here he was, trying to talk to Sophie and to EVAN. And in the latter he was failing inevitably. He was boring. He was a dork. And Evan didn't have any time for those. So shouldn't Sophie--or anyone, for that matter--but he couldn't do anything about it, could he? Maybe a trick like 'Oh look at the time!' would remind him about his date? Pfft, the prefect didn't want to bother for that. He had to leave eventually. Or Evan'd leave. For real. He was dying to read his magazine anyway, and he could catch up with Sophie later.
Evan blinked at the question of Sophie. For a good full minute. Because it was probably the lamest question he'd ever had to answer, and that list included the recent 'Is that a football magazine?' enquiry of Sebby. "Well, it is fun," he said slowly, as if explaining something really obvious. H e sincerely failed to understand how someone could not get it. It took all his will not to get up and leave himself, because he hated that kind of people that asked 'Oh, why do 11 people kick a ball? Is it because they're idiots?' Merlin! He always had that urge to hit those people. It was the ultimate question that he hated. First of all, it was 22 people plus 4 referees that ran, and looking at that perspective, life itself was meaningless. He bit his lips, took a deep breath and gulped his anger down. It would do no good right now. Better to explain football to this lost soul. "The purpose is," he said, trying his best not to grit his teeth, "to score. Just like in Quidditch, and ANY other team sport. So, it is a sport, and it isn't meaningless. At. All." No, he stayed calm. Which was a real progress about his approach to lost souls. He did get the message quite clearly: that she wouldn't be interested in playing football with him. Maybe he should consider making up with the dork, now that he seemed to be considering himself knowledgable about teams, if he was asking that. "I support Chelsea," he said proudly. Then, eyeing him, he tried to guess. "How about you, Manchester United?" Oh Merlin no. Even Tottenham, but not Manchester. He hated that club. And see, he was talking and looking softer now. A huge rogress. Hopefully, dorky would notice it too.
Oh, avoid a huge sigh. Sophie didn't also like action. And she was such a lost soul, thinking that action was all about wars. He shook his head. "Not really, it ranges from fantastic books to science-fiction and detective stories. So, basically I guess, anything except history, documentary, romance and horror." Horror did have a lot of action too, but it was just... horror. Shudder.
Eyeing her as Sophie described their... day together as lovely, he felt an inward relief. Surely, it was all friendly and he had nothing to prove in theory, but still he had been nervous about it. But now that she said it was lovely... he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off him.
Wait, hold on there! Did he just say they worked together in arithmancy? All together, Sophie and him? Why reminding that all of a sudden to Sophie? Because he had to show Evan that she was more interested into him or something? A stupid hidden message? The prefect narrowed his eyes for an instant before covering up his error. Nope. He wouldn't mind it. He'd ignore it. Because Sophie had things to discuss with him, not with this stupid courageous oh-I'm-so-cool dork, just like the dorky himself had pointed out. He shot a glance at Sophie before turning back at dork. Why did HE care anyway? Just because he could flirt with her again if they didn't sort it out? Ah, this had gone on too far, maybe. "We'll talk about it, don't you worry," he said to the boy as blue eyes stole a glance at Sophie once more. "Though," he added, as his guilt rose up again. "Seeing as we're only friends, there isn't that much to sort out." There, happy inner Marie? He'd admitted being only friends with Sophie. Now, guilt, why don't you go? |