WHO: Charles and Cam WHERE: Slytherin common room WHEN: Wednesday night WHAT: Boyfriend and girlfriend time, and some conclusions reached RATING: PG (TBC)
Charles stretched out his legs in front of him, leaning against the seat of the chair behind him, and frowned at his journal. He was tired. Doing all the stage management by himself made him appreciate working with Cam more now. Of course, it didn't help that the mysterious green smoke that had turned everyone weird had held things up, putting his timeframe off balance. On top of this there was Quidditch practice and NEWT study to do, the damn Transfiguration essay on Monday hadn't helped his mood either. He was strongly contemplating trying to trip Savage down a deep hole.
Still, he felt bad about snapping at Cam. They'd barely seen each other lately, not in a romantic sense at least, both of them busy with the musical and study. So, as he heard her footsteps approaching, he put his journal on top of the notes he'd been making and managed to muster up one of his rare smiles. "Hey."