Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 13, 2010 0:10:45 GMT 1
”What?” she mouthed at Jo, not missing the questioning look on the girl’s face. It wasn’t like Amelia wasn’t a constant flirt. If he was moderately nice what was the harm? Alex knew she meant nothing by it, right? And what, was Jo jealous that she was acting the way she always did? She smiled at her friend, turning her attention back to the blueberry.
”Replaced he may be, but face it, Scotty’s gunna own the new guys arse,” she drummed her fingers on the edge of the table, looking up to see if she could spot the male of conversation. A slight frown adoring her face when she couldn’t see him anywhere. It wasn’t like him not to sit with them if he was around, maybe he had just over slept.
”I take your bet, and I raise you five. Ten galleons are yours if you win,” she reached into her pocket, trying to balance the food on her lap without being noticed, and dished a piece of paper on the table, and grabbing a biro from her bag; she wrote out a note:
I hereby bet that Gryffindor will win the match on Saturday. If they lose I owe Billie Ackerman ten galleons.
Signed, Amelia. ”Alex is being a bit adventurous with his bet, but I gotta believe in Scotty,” she smirked, writing down Alex’s stake along with Billie’s on the list, ”Any body else?” it was then she noticed the Head Boy approaching them, ever smiling, ever happy, ”Your keeper,” she smoothly lied, ”So pretty yet without any female attention. Why is that?” she looked over at the scruffy brunette, who was busy looking in his breakfast rather than eating it, ”How about you, August? Any bets for the match?” she asked, quickly flicking a look to her watch.
She quickly, as unnoticeably as she could manage, slipped the pieces of toast she had acquired for Connor into her shoulder bag, before making a show to putting in the bet list and throwing said bag over her right shoulder, ”Here,” she said, standing up and getting herself over the bench to stand in front of him, ”Have my seat,” she said throwing her arms around him and giving him a quick hug before announcing her need to pee, and running off in the direction of the door, ”I’ll see you later!” she called over her shoulder, thanking a sixth year who moved swiftly out of her way when she reached the door.
She took off through the Entrance Hall and threw the front doors of the castle, she didn’t have long before she would need to be in her first lesson. And with Connery as her teacher, she didn’t want him asking questions about why she was late. He knew about Connor, he just didn’t know that much about him…
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Post by Joanna Miller on Jan 22, 2010 14:44:23 GMT 1
Ha! Jo couldn’t help but laugh when Billie actually bet against her own team for this Saturday’s quidditch game. “That’s the team spirit! Glad to know where your loyalties lie.” Her spirits were soaring already; confidence in her own team boosted a mile high. She couldn’t wait for the game now!
She looked over, rather startled when Alex yawned for all of England beside her. “Careful, I don’t taste good,” Jo warned playfully, smiling at the fact that anyone could be that tired. So tired in fact that he felt the need to fall asleep on her shoulder. She laughed again, but the humour dropped from her face as soon as he made fun of the topic that was boys.
“This is no joking matter,” declared Jo in all seriousness, her face only showing a hint of smile to suggest she was still laughing around.
Jo nodded along wisely in agreement with Billie regarding good looking men. Boy spotting was a well respected pastime. And Billie was damn right about both August and Dimitri - scarily alike. “Well, are you going to do anything about him then?” she asked, throwing a curious look at her friend. “I mean, you could have a shot at Head Boy - no one’s ever going to deny he’s ho… hi August!!”
Ok, awkward save, but a save none the less. Her grin was a little wide, and thankfully she’d thought to put make up on this morning so her face wouldn’t be bright pink either.
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