Malcolm Baddock (mal_contended) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2010-12-11 14:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | astoria greengrass, malcolm baddock |
Who: Malcolm Baddock and Astoria Greengrass
What: A question and a rejection
Where: Slytherin common room
When: Friday, close to midnight
Rating: Low? (TBD)
For what felt like the hundredth time in the last half hour, Malcolm peered to his left at the Slytherin girl occupying the far side of the otherwise abandoned common room. Unlike him, she appeared to have given up on studying, her textbook and quill put to the side of her on the ornate couch. He coughed, reluctantly turning his gaze back to the book in front of him. His eyes swept over the words of the textbook but nothing penetrated his brain; Astoria Greengrass held far more interest for him than protective potions. A few minutes later and he risked another quick glance in her direction, disappointed that she still showed no signs of being aware of his presence.
Standing awkwardly, he smoothed out his wool pants with one shaky hand and made his way slowly across the room to where she sat. His feet dragged slightly against the flagstone floor but he forced himself to persevere. Her last final was tomorrow and she was leaving for home in a few days. Despite her repeated protestations to the contrary, he wasn't even convinced that she would be returning to school. It was now or never, and at least he had the advantage of not having an audience present.
"Astoria," Malcolm began carefully, his chest constricting uncomfortably. "I wanted to speak with you about something." His voice sounded overly loud in the silent room as he struggled to look casual, leaning forward against the back of the sofa as if all was comfortable and calm in his world.