Ravenclaw 6th year boy's Dorm Who: Adrian Pucey and open to Roger and George When: Nov. 1st, 1994, evening. Where: Ravenclaw 6th year boy's Dorm room Rating: TBD - some swearing for now
Adrian glanced over at Roger, who was once more sighing heavily - obviously craving attention for his Pain - and let out a small sigh of his own. It really did suck that there would be no Quidditch Cup this year to win but on the other hand... they could really put some effort into the N.E.W.T. subjects and get a thorough headstart for next year. So it was all good in Adrian's book. And if they really wanted to play, who could stop them from setting up a few games between the teams? It wasn't as if the Pitch was being used for anything else.
But it wouldn't do to make that suggestion now. Roger would go into a flurry of action, immediately trying to set up games. And Adrian wasn't sure he could take that level of activity right now. Neck deep in potions notes, he was preparing for their next class, and if you didn't know your stuff, Snape would tear you apart - at least verbally - if the potion didn't manage to before.
And he wouldn't get any peace at all for the rest of the evening.
All he could do until he was done, was to ignore Roger's pathetic presence, without mocking it (for now).
That was possible for all of 24 minutes and 38 seconds, when Roger let out a particularly heavy sigh.
"For God's sake, Roger! Will you just stop it already! It's not the end of the fucking world!" Adrian cried, exasperated, snapping his textbook closed hard.