Greg Goyle (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} a_reticent_git) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2009-11-22 11:57:00 |
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Who: Greg Goyle and Theo Nott
What: Greg is cheered by the game and is using his good mood to try to study...maybe Theo can help
Where: Slytherin Common Rooms, at first, then Boys' Dorm if it gets too noisy
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: okay forget TBA; make it R for language alone
He knew he was getting looks from his fellow housemates as they passed by. The sight of the book in his lap would make most of them stop in the first place, but with the paper next to him, Greg looked positively the student. In addition to it, he had a grin on his face as his eyes focused on the pages infront of him. He'd read it over three times now, and it still wasn't making much sense.
He turned his attention to the paper next to him, and it made him grin again at the article in the Prophet. Draco was damn right; they needed to start their group up straight away. He let out a snorting chuckle and moved his eyes back to his book, his smile starting to fade slightly.
This was going to be tougher than he thought. He'd hoped that reading old text books again (okay, for the first time really) would help his charms skills but he was having a bugger of a time at it. He let out a small sigh, grunted and closed the book in his lap. He let his head drop back, his gaze on the ceiling of the common room as he tried to think what to do.
He turned his attention to the paper next to him, and it made him grin again at the article in the Prophet. Draco was damn right; they needed to start their group up straight away. He let out a snorting chuckle and moved his eyes back to his book, his smile starting to fade slightly.
This was going to be tougher than he thought. He'd hoped that reading old text books again (okay, for the first time really) would help his charms skills but he was having a bugger of a time at it. He let out a small sigh, grunted and closed the book in his lap. He let his head drop back, his gaze on the ceiling of the common room as he tried to think what to do.