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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 1:58:22 GMT -5
Lettie shrugged a bit. Moving her eyes back to her paper.
"I don't stand out."
It was true. She spent more time watching the equipment than the players. Sad fact. She wanted to know how to make them. How to enchant the snitch. What exactly made bludgers do what they did. That's what interested her about the game.
"It's no surprise. Maybe I should start waving a banner."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 2:00:11 GMT -5
True, but she didn't stand out in a very sexy way. It was aparent that this girl was different. She was very calm and alloof. Apathetic almost. But damn if she wasn't hot.
"I'm not gonna look if it's not just for me."
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 2:03:08 GMT -5
Her eyes remained on her paper, the meaning behind his words hitting then sliding off of her. If not just for the fact that she didn't want to think about it. She knew what they meant. But she ignored them.
"What should it say so I know it gets seen?"
She didn't know if she would or wouldn't actually make the banner. But she could humor him.
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 2:05:43 GMT -5
He needed her to look at him, but so far he was losing the battle. It didn't phase him, he'd been tailing Marina for a long time now. Rejection was all part of the game.
"I'll know it's from you."
He chuckled a bit and shook his head.
"I'm Douglas by the way."
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 2:09:28 GMT -5
Finally she looked back up at him, away from her paper. Only because it was polite. She needed to introduce herself. Then she paused to think about it. Douglas? So that was his name. It sounded familiar that way.
"Oh. Is it weird I only knew your surname?"
Probably. Oh well. It happened. He was a quidditch player after all.
"Oh. Right. I'm Lettie."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 2:13:32 GMT -5
He grinned and chuckled again. Now that he had her looking at him he wasn't about to lose her.
"It comes with the territory."
You know, the quidditch star territory. Had he made his point yet?
"So, Lettie. Am I going to see you at my next game?"
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 2:16:42 GMT -5
He'd made his point. And if he'd kindly move his eyes off of hers she could get back to the paper she needed to write. You know, the one in front of her?
"I'm sure it does."
Stop talking to him Lettie. You need to work. He's cute, but come on.
"I might go. If I'm not busy."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 2:21:32 GMT -5
Oh no, they belonged to him now.
"Well, maybe you could tell me when your not busy, so I can look for my banner then."
He was getting at something entirely different now, can you tell Lettie?
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 2:29:38 GMT -5
She could tell. She could definitely tell. But she was going to pretend like she couldn't. He was cute, definitely. And he seemed nice. If she stuck around him she was bound to learn a thing or two. She wished it would be about what she wanted. But she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be that.
"I'm not sure when I'll be available."
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 2:30:43 GMT -5
He wasn't going to give up that easily. And Kim could go to Hell, he was plenty nice.
"What about tonight? You have to know about tonight."
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 2:34:14 GMT -5
"If I don't finish my essay I'll be working on it all night."
Both shooting him down and being reminded of her work in one blow. Nice job, Douglas.
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 2:35:59 GMT -5
She could feel good about that all she wanted, he didn't go away that easily.
"Maybe I can come help you work on it. Are you in Ketteridge?"
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 2:40:04 GMT -5
"I didn't think you could help me."
Er. She nodded. What was she supposed to do? Lie, then have him offer to help her to her dorm and not let her refuse? She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do.
"Yeah. I am."
It was flattering, being hit on. Especially by someone so attractive. But...She wasn't sure. She may or may not have heard a few rumors about Douglas. Rumors she didn't really want to be part of. But he seemed like a nice guy...It would be a real shame to pass up a chance to be around someone like him. Quidditch player and all. He was nice...She just didn't know.
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Post by Douglas Byrne on Jul 27, 2009 2:41:43 GMT -5
He shrugged a bit, ignoring her obvious hesitation. Again, he'd had worse.
"No reason I can't keep you company."
Finally breaking free from her eyes, Douglas paused to glance up. His freshman were leaving and they were making sure he knew it. He wasn't going to make a big show of it but he did grin as they walked by, smiling and throwing him a couple of pointed waves. He would definitely have to find them later.
But back to the matter at hand. Like clockwork he turned back to Lettie.
"Maybe I can come by later?"
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Post by Lettie Mercer on Jul 27, 2009 2:49:01 GMT -5
"I-I'm not so sure that's a great idea."
Her eyes did follow his distraction, however. Finding their way to the girls in question. That was a little less flattering. Hitting on her, and them at the same time. She moved her eyes quickly back to her paper. Then up at him. It gave her a little more force behind her words. Just that little interaction. She'd still no idea what she was doing, but it was happening.
"I don't think it's going to work."
It. This. Them. Her and him.
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