Dean Thomas (thomas_dean) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-11 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, dean thomas, lisa turpin |
Who: Lisa Turpin & Dean Thomas
When: Sunday Afternoon
Where: Trophy Room
What: Dean helps Lisa get ink off of her clothes and face!
Rating: Probably PG
Open/Closed: Closed
There weren't a lot of things that Dean had kept silent from those around him. Usually, when a friend or a family member asked him a question, he answered truthfully. When it came to admitting to someone that he actually know how to take care of laundry, including without the use of a washing machine, he felt a little embarrassed. It was a fact about him that no one else knew about at the school, including Seamus. If his best mate even got wind that he knew how to wash clothes, Dean would never be able to hear the end of it. He knew that there was no reason to feel like that around Lisa Turpin, but it honestly couldn't be helped. The blonde never saw him any different, even though a possible misunderstanding about being infected by a zombie. That thought was easily forgotten though.
Dean knew that had to gather all the items that he needed in a short amount of time. Ten minutes always ran by so quickly with a blink of an eye. It had taken a bit of time to get a hold of the one item that was essential in removing the ink from Lisa's clothes along with the blotches on her face. Hairspray. It wasn't something that people thought that would actually help remove spots and stains from clothes, but it honestly did the trick in half of the time that anything else could actually provide. Dean found that it had the best results too. There were plenty of items that his mother had explained to him that helped in cleaning various things, which he was more than happy to learn. With the large number of siblings that ran a muck in the Thomas household, it was one of many chores that he was more than willing to pick up, especially with all the work that his mum had to accomplish on a daily basis.
With the hairspray, which he had traded a large bag of candy for from a young female in his house, Dean also grabbed a hold his sketch book and his wand, of course. It hadn't taken him too much longer to arrive in the trophy room, glancing in to notice that he was the first one to arrive. There was a chance that she was attempting once more to wipe a bit of the ink off of her face, which he didn't mind. He didn't mind waiting for her, especially since he had been wanting to hang out with her for a while again. There was just something about Lisa Turpin that he really wanted to be around more often. She was endearing in more than one aspect, plus Dean couldn't get it out of his thoughts that he enjoyed the way that her mind worked. It almost seemed as though they were the same wave length in a good amount of conversations.
Just as he glanced around the trophy room to see if there was something there that he could fill with water, a tall basin-like structure had captured his attention. It was perfect. He just had to make sure that it was dry once they had left, hoping that Filch didn't happen to walk in on them during the cleaning. After all, it was probably used to hold something pertaining to quidditch anyway. It hadn't taken him much longer to notice the sound of footsteps enter the room, which he instinctively smiled at the sight of the blonde girl. "There you are," he stated, noticing and not noticing the ink blotches on her face.