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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jun 9, 2009 1:25:08 GMT -5
Apple. Great. Not quite what he meant but he guessed it would do. He could work with that.
Taking the apple, he only blinked for a second before throwing her a smirk.
"I'm keeping this."
He raised it to her like he was toasting something important before taking a bite.
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jun 9, 2009 1:42:49 GMT -5
Glad he could use it?
"Good thing I gave it to you." She chuckled a bit, watching him. That was what she wasn't supposed to be doing. Right. She cleared her throat a bit.
"I should probably get back to my essay." She gave an involuntary nod before turning her eyes back down to her essay. The one she was supposed to be doing.
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jun 9, 2009 1:46:23 GMT -5
He watched her for a moment, before deciding food was out of the question, why not do something else? He moved, into the chair next to her now and scooting closer to read over her shoulder.
"What are you working on? Anything I can help with?"
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jun 9, 2009 1:50:29 GMT -5
Ready?
Wait for it.
Wait for it.......
"Huh?"
There it is. Third time.
She glanced up at the suddenly closer table mate of hers. A little surprised at how close he'd gotten without her noticing.
"Um. It's just a charms essay. I think I've got it, mostly. Unless you're a charms genius."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jun 9, 2009 2:01:27 GMT -5
He was much closer now, an arm resting on the back of his chair in the guise of needing it to lean a bit without falling into her. His eyes scanned the paper, uninterested for a moment, before turning them back on her.
"I could be. And if I was?"
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jun 9, 2009 2:03:45 GMT -5
Her eyes returned to the paper for a moment. Before looking back up at him.
"Then I'd have you do my paper for me."
She kind of wished he was.
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jun 9, 2009 2:14:29 GMT -5
He smirked, looking over at her face rather close to his.
"You think I'[m the kind of guy who cheats?"
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jun 9, 2009 2:15:53 GMT -5
She had to stop herself from pulling back. Or getting sucked in.
Lettie shrugged.
"I don't put anything past geniuses."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 1:22:22 GMT -5
He shrugged a bit and chuckled, shaking his head. This didn't interest him in the slightest but it was an in. He would take it.
"What's giving you trouble?"
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 1:25:32 GMT -5
"Nothing in practice."
She turned her eyes back to her paper. Just for something to do that wasn't looking at him. He was far too close to concentrate solely on the paper.
"Just collecting my thoughts on paper."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 1:37:00 GMT -5
Good. That didn't sound like something he could help with at all.
And she could look if she wanted. He didn't mind.
"Genius or not I'm afraid that's not something I can help you with."
I threw her a smile, not even thinking of moving back.
"I'm afraid Quidditch is more my feild."
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 1:40:37 GMT -5
Lettie wasn't about to look. Because he was distracting. Talking was distracting. Then she paused, looking back up. Not really at him, just up.
"Quidditch."
She nodded for a moment. Then shook her head.
"Yeah. Not my area."
She'd flown. As soon as she'd known she could she knew she had to try it. And she wasn't god awful at it. But maneuvering in the air like a Quidditch player? She'd stick to cars.
"I've seen you play. You're not too bad."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 1:46:58 GMT -5
That made him grin. She knew of him. Definitely a plus. He loved that quidditch brought recognition to his name. It was much better than what he could have been known for.
"You come to games?"
This was a topic he could get into.
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 1:49:09 GMT -5
"Occasionally."
She shrugged, playing with her quill absently. She'd been to a few of the games. Not all of them. But she did enjoy the atmosphere. It was alive. A lot of people showed up. Different people banning together. It was cool.
"I try."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 1:54:45 GMT -5
He could appreciate a girl who followed the team. Quidditch really was important to him. Though he tended to seem like he only wanted to have fun there really were things in Douglas' life that he cared about. He liked quidditch and he was good at it. Whether it seemed shallow or not it felt good to be cheered for, to score the winning points. He liked being good at what he did.
"I don't think I've seen you there before. I'll have to look harder next time."
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