|daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-01-20 21:33:00
|Entry tags:||daphne greengrass, dean thomas|
WHO: Daphne Greengrass & Dean Thomas
WHAT: When opposites attract? Or something like that...
WHERE: The last table in the library before the Restricted Section.
WHEN: After dinner.
RATING: PG-13? (who knows...)
The moon must be misaligned.
Someone must have slipped something into the water.
Somewhere far away, a voodoo priestess was controlling everything and everyone within Hogwarts.
There had to be some reason as to why the prudest, rudest, and most self absorbed Slytherin within Hogwarts was agreeing to meet with someone who was the complete opposite of her. Yet, whenever Daphne attempted to find a reason, all she was left was with more confusion than when she started out. She didn't know why she gave Dean Thomas more attention than others, yet something in her mind said that it was all right to do so. It wasn't like she was particularly nice to him, on the contrary, Daphne teased him to the point where most people would say "fuck it" and walk off. She constantly pointed out his flaws, and the fact that he was a muggleborn. She tried insulting him, and even went as far as to tell him that she was embarrassed to be seen around him. Despite all she did to push him away, he still lingered around her. Daphne couldn't understand it, she stayed up late most nights trying to understand it, until finally she just decided to accept it. So Dean wanted to be around her... to be quite honest, Daphne didn't mind. She enjoyed teasing him, and how he could fire off with witty comebacks. It amused her to no end, and somehow, someway, sparked her interest. An interest that was usually only reserved for Blaise.
Far too anxious to eat during dinner, Daphne left the Great Hall a half hour before dinner ended. She wasn't hungry anyways, especially not for the slop they served at school. Heading to the library, her bag was hung off her shoulder. She had to look like she belonged there, yeah? She didn't want to seem suspicious.
The library was quiet, which she was grateful for, considering the Great Hall was loud. A breath of relief escaped her lips, as she found the last desk before the Restricted area empty, and the area around it was empty as well. Pulling out the chair, she took a seat, and placed her bag on the table. Might as well get a few moments of homework in before Dean showed up. One leg crossed over the other underneath the table, as she pulled out a quill and dipped it into the ink. Arithmancy homework was laid out before her, as she began to scribble down notes onto a piece of parchment. Immersing herself in numbers and math she attempted to keep her anxious mind busy before Dean showed up. The last thing she wanted to do was over think a situation that really shouldn't be thought of too much.