[OPEN]Asleep on the desk

[aleurameshi]

It was weird, but Alex felt as if things got louder around them. He wasn't sure what had just happened but he figured it had been the Ravenclaw's fault since he saw a wand in his hand. He though that the librarian would come to them and tell them to be quiet...But there was no sign of her. It was as if they weren't making a single sound. It confused the boy a bit, but he heard the Slytherin begin to talk about how horrible her days had been and it made him feel bad that he had woken her and caused her day to be even worse.

He wanted to apologize again but he was afraid he'd receive yet another glare. He bit his lip, not entirely sure what to do. He could continue to read the same sentence over and over again, hearing their loud voices echo inside whatever sort of spell the older male had put upon the area. He was really unsure of what to do. He shifted ever so slightly in his chair, letting his hand slip out of his pocket and placing his wand on the table behind a stack of books. To their sight, it would be hidden. Only he could see it at the moment.

Alex looked up at the two, finding he couldn't keep his eyes away from them. He sort of knew what it was like not to have a date to a dance. He hadn't gone to any previous dances since most girls found him quite odd or just a trouble maker who wouldn't make a good date. He could be charming if he wanted to! But that required the effort that the boy simply did not often have. He laughed gently under his breath to himself, looking down at his lap. Her days sounded a lot like his every day life.

[nikolas]

He couldn't resist a small smile at her returning yawn, like two greetings they were. Someone said "hello" and on impulse, even if you didn't know who they were, you returned the favor. Of course, with a yawn it went far deeper than that, you couldn't resist the sudden urge to stretch your jaw muslces and take in more oxygen than usual. Even animals yawned, from dogs to rats, and he was pretty sure birds yawned too. Reptiles were a little different and marine life on another world as far as the young wizard was concerned. As she began to speak, Nikolas let himself drift through her words, paying attention in a way that few could achieve. The age-old listening without listening, nodding and making appropriate faces at what she said and taking in everything she said, without really getting interested. He had been right though, it was fairly amusing to hear her talk. Waking up was the start of her bad day? Must not be the morning person he was. Actually, he was sort of a night person too ... tended to stay up much too late for his own good before sleeping something between three to five hours. It was just his way, and he was never really tired from the lack of sleep others found suicidal.

His hands still played with the book, fingering the pages and molesting the cover. It look weathered and old, it brown leather cover embossed with [flaking] fancy gold script and a faded picture of a witch turning [what looked like] a rat into what he assumed was a dog. Turning something small into small was easy come, but changing size could be a little tricky, especially when it was a living creature and you wanted to keep it alive. He glanced up from it and into the girl's frustrated face as she paused to re-gain control of herself. She really was a feisty, tempermental Slytherian. He made a mock movement with one hand for her to continue, only to have words spill into their little bubble before it was even complete. Now she had changed topic from a crazed, prejuadice teacher and onto her enormous workload. It was probably equal to his own, but he was a fast writer and didn't need to do much research or put much thought into any of his essays. Come to talk about detention ... he had one to serve also ... maybe he could charm [without a wand of course] a teacher into either letting them both out, or maybe serving it together. You could say that Nikolas was taken by the Fifth year and he could be a persistant bastard when he wished to.

A light, warm laugh bubbled into the air at her fatal attempt at humor. She did a pretty good job at keeping a straight face, something he usually failed at when it came to similar exaggerations. Immediatly he perked at her mention of the ball, an almost cruel smile spreading across his features as he intently watched her own face for signs of recognition to what she had just spilled to him. Girls usually complain to guys about being dateless ... But hey, she could be a different sort than he thought, no issue with him. Before he could squeak a word out her face fell from the rising calm, dropping into slight horror [at herself most likely]. He couldn't help it, he laughed again, lips still in that almost cruel and savage smile. It seemed like just under the surface some predator was licking his lips, or like he was a wolf about ready to leap for his prey. But always an almost thing, only the mere hint of it hidden in the tight corners of his mouth or a coldness layered behind warmth in his eyes. Invisible to the unwary or stupidly open, but hinting at something dark to the perseptive and extremely observant. Nikolas was very careful to keep it hidden behind layers of charm and warm looks.

"Horrible, your studies seem absolutely horrid. I'd be glad to help if you'd like some. School's always been easy for me, probably the reason I'm in the bookworm houe and instead of with the rest of the purebloods." he paused, taking a moment to let her consider his offer, but not long enough to actually answer, plunging once more into a turmoil of self-information and offers to the pretty [if younger] girl. "I can also solve your problem about not having a date to the dance. Even though you have failed to give me your name, would you, over-worked Slytherian girl, like to go to the ball with me?" His plush lips spread wide into a charming smile and picking up his wand from his lap, he made a motion and a bouquet of flowers appeared between them on the table.

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[marieannetteisoul]

Marie breathed out. She looked at the Ravenclaw, worried about her rambling, forehead creased in almost an innocent plea to the gods to help her, then she lowered her head in embarrassment. She really shouldn't have gone and just poured all that out - it was highly unorthodox. And just down right stupid. He now had potential information to ruin her life. Very little people knew about her datelessness - and a random annoying Ravenclaw was the last person she wanted to know. She didn't do this. She didn't do this. She didn't do this! Right now she wasn't Marie. She wasn't Marie Annette Isoul, she was acting like some little stupid Gryffindor who couldn't control their emotions. Marie wanted to hit herself, she wanted to slip under the table and hide there until every one was gone. She wanted to hit the bloody Ravenclaw for listening to her. She looked up at him again, but this time noted his expression. That smile on his face - it was.. something. Something. Marie couldn't work out the expression - but it wasn't a good one. She didn't get a nice feeling from it. It made her feel vulnerable - or most so that she had been. Almost like he was taunting her. It made her feel angry. Why in Merlin should he be smiling at her? And it that way! No, she shouldn't have rambled, but it didn't need that kind of response. Her expression hardened, and stayed so until he spoke.

At first her expression didn't change. She stared at him through his offer for work related help. She didn't want his help, she didn't want him here. No, the first bit didn't effect her. It was the second part. "I can also solve your problem about not having a date to the dance. Even though you have failed to give me your name, would you, over-worked Slytherian girl, like to go to the ball with me?" Her expression softened, her eyes widened and her full pink lips parted slightly in surprise. No, she really hadn't expected that. She didn't answer - she physically couldn't. Her mouth wasn't working - her brain not connecting. She didn't want to hear the words he had just said, she wanted to carry on hating him. All these things she wanted. All of them not going to happen. Marie still didn't answer, but she did blink and lower her head, looking downward slightly. She didn't know what to say, but she knew she couldn't.. she couldn't say yes.. could she? She didn't know this boy - this Ravenclaw. He may have referred to them as purebloods, giving him a slight edge over all the other Ravenclaws, but she didn't know him. Hell, just a moment ago she hated him. Oh Merlin, what was she going to do? Someone send her a sign.

Nothing. Marie hadn't said anything - the boquet of flowers on the table, the change in his expression; from that smile to a charming one, had all been noted, had all been taken in by the girl. She looked up at him, her silence streching on for an eternaty. She opened her mouth to say something, just to reply and shut off this awful silence, but closed it again quickly. She didn't know what to say, there were no words on her lips. It was so sudden. It may have been just a date to the dance for him, but for almost every girl in Hogwarts it was always more than that. It differed from girl to girl, but there was always something. For Marie it was an image thing. Her parents found out everything. Everything. They would know who she went with, what she wore, and even who she spoke to. But they only listened to the basic details. They would look at his house before anything - and if she went with a Ravenclaw they would never forgive her. Never. But.. that smile, his charm. It was almost winning her over. There was something about the boy that was so mysterious. So appeling. And no, it wasn't just his good looks.

She had to reply. She could be silent for ever. But the word which came out on her mouth was probably not the answer he was looking for. "Marie" she muttered. "I'm Marie".

[aleurameshi]

OoC: Again, go ahead and skip me here. ^^