||[Oct. 18th, 2005|09:36 am]
08 October 1975|
*James sauntered down the fifth floor Charms wing, wondering idly who it was he was going to be meeting here, and chuckling inwardly that for once loitering about on his own wasn't a sign of trouble about to be made.*
Sometimes I wonder if Dumbledore creates these things just so blokes like Sirius and me don't get bored.
*smirking, he checked his robe pocket again for the ball of string and the dusty old book he'd found in the library, a label with his name on it Spellotaped to the spine. How the two were going to combine to get him another one of those gold star tokens is beyond him, but he's open to the possibility that he doesn't know everything.*
*wondering again who he's meeting, he realises he's got the Map in his pocket still, and shifts his bag to his other shoulder, eagerly digging it out.*
*a groan escapes him as he reads who's rounding the next corner toward him, but he wipes the map and barely has time to stuff it back in his pocket before he's face to face with his partner of the moment.*
*a little sourly* Well. Good morning.
*Regina smooths down her robes as she approaches the meeting point. She had found a small bag of some herb and the note telling her to be there or lose the chance for a token.*
*Although the time conflicted a bit with her studies, she allowed for it. After all, anyone who was anyone would be at the Halloween ball, which meant she would be as well, no matter the inconvenience.*
Well, here goes noth--
*As Regina rounded the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks to find none other than James Potter standing before her, with that smarmy (yet so charming) look on his face, as usual.*
*Thoroughly ruffled and blushing with surprise, Regina replied to his snide greeting defensively.*
You needn't be so disappointed. At least I have some skill with a wand to face whatever it is we're supposed to be doing. That's more than I can say for other students in this school.
*Attempting to compose herself, Regina foolishly glanced up at Potter's face for a moment.*
Get a hold of yourself, you don't even LIKE him... Sheesh. Stupid charisma. Stupid boys.
*Reaching for the book Potter was holding, Reg quickly settles herself and gets down to business.*
So-- what'd you get??
*he snorts as she snatches it from his hand*
Why don't you tell me. I've looked inside, and it doesn't make a bloody bit of sense to me.
*peers around the corridor*
I also think we're supposed to go further up- the letter said close to classroom seven.
*he forgets she's a Ravenclaw, sometimes, the way she carries on. But she's poring through the book like he's not even there, and it's more than a little annoying.*
*a little louder than before* Skeeter.
*she looks up, startled, and he points.* That way?
*She closes the book, which is filled with writing in an unfamiliar language and alphabet, to follow him down the corridor.*
He looks more peeved than usual... I wonder if it's just because he has to do this stupid thing with me, or because of something else...
*She didn't get much time to ponder Potter's mood, as he abruptly stopped walking in front of classroom seven and gave her yet another Look.*
*Reg was quite done with his uneccesarily superior and cheeky attitude. She stopped in front of him, crossed her arms and shot him a Look of her own, one that quite plainly suggested that he Should Not mess around. She had no intention of missing out on getting that token because of his attitude.*