|
Post by Mavrick on Apr 5, 2009 4:32:54 GMT
Linden wasn’t sure if he’d last another year of History of Magic without dying from boredom. It was only the first class, but already the workload was ridiculous and the topics were more monotonous than usual. So Linden had taken to talking with friends, passing notes and generally being a nuisance. Binns never noticed, so he could just about get away with murder if he tried hard enough.
Currently he was tossing a charmed ball of paper to a Ravenclaw across the room, but the next throw from his friend would make his class all the more enjoyable. Instead of the throw landing the zigzagging ball of paper back in Linden’s hands, it decided to zoom into the back of the head of the girl sitting in front of him. Linden gasped, since he figured Angelique was one of those do-good Gryffindor types and his fun was about to turn into detention.
He waited for the owner of the light brown hair to turn and yell at him.
|
|
|
Post by sonrisa on Apr 5, 2009 4:41:25 GMT
Angelique appreciated History of Magic more than most students at Hogwarts simply because she was Muggleborn and had come in with absolutely no knowledge on the subject, but even she had difficulty pretending to be interested in what Professor Binns was saying in the monotonous tone of voice he always delivered his lectures in. It was only a matter of time before she started nodding off, pen still in hand. Her eyes were drooping, despite a valiant effort to keep them open, and she was seconds away from falling into a nap when something smacked into the back of her head.
Startled, she suddenly jerked upright in her seat, eyes flying open. Wide brown eyes glanced around the room to see if she'd been caught, before she visibly relaxed and noticed the culprit of her rude awakening. She reached down to pick up the ball of paper, glancing over her shoulder at Linden Scott who looked entirely too guilty. He didn't look pleased, however, which meant he hadn't done it on purpose, so she'd let him slide. She quirked a brow at him, before tossing the ball back in his direction.
|
|
|
Post by Mavrick on Apr 5, 2009 4:48:29 GMT
Linden looked a bit shocked as he reached his hands up to catch the ball before it smacked him in the chest. He eyed her carefully, waiting for something to tell him the game was over. Instead he noticed just how bloody good looking this Angelique had gotten. Well from memory she had never been ugly, though the last time he’d interacted with her he’d been aiming a bludger at her in a game. This year he was too lazy to try out for the team, so she would be safe from his attacks… from bludgers anyways.
“It was his fault,” he began with a smirk, pointing over the classroom to his friend who was feverishly pretending to do work. “I would have never intentionally interrupted your beauty sleep, not that you need it.” He gave a lopsided grin and tossed the ball across the room, watching with satisfaction as it smacked the Ravenclaw in his shoulder. He looked up and glared before turning in his chair to fish for the paper that had begun rolling its charmed way under desks and chairs.
|
|
|
Post by sonrisa on Apr 5, 2009 4:55:25 GMT
Angelique was caught off guard by his flirtacious comments. Sure, it was nearly impossible to be unaware of Linden's reputation as a flirt, womanizer, playboy, however you liked to spin it, but he'd never directed any of those skills of his toward her before. She was fairly certain he'd written her off as one of the do-gooders who wasn't worth his time. What had changed his perception so much?
"I don't know. He looks pretty innocent to me," she answered back softly, not wanting to draw the attention of Professor Binns. Then again, if the ghost didn't notice the snores of the Hufflepuff across the room, she was probably safe.
|
|
|
Post by Mavrick on Apr 5, 2009 5:00:06 GMT
Linden reached out at the ball of paper that was coming at his head again, managing to grab it before it decided to change direction. “Yeah, real innocent,” he said with a slight chuckle before unrolling the ball of paper, smoothing it flat onto his desk, effectively killing the charm in it while he was at it.
“So did you go for the team again this year?” he asked, figuring it was the easiest topic to bring up in order to continue a conversation with her. In the mean time he grabbed his quill and brought his forearm across the paper, hiding it from view as he began to scribble on the now flat and compliant piece of paper.
|
|
|
Post by sonrisa on Apr 5, 2009 5:04:21 GMT
She let out a soft laugh as the ball hurtled straight for his head. "Alright, maybe not," she conceded, casting a glance over at his friend, before returning her attention to the Slytherin boy.
He was writing something now, and she couldn't help but be curious as to what it was. His arm, however, was blocking her from seeing it, and she wasn't so tactless that she'd crane her neck to get a better view. His talk of quidditch was enough to distract her from his message. "Yes. Chaser again. You don't play anymore, do you?" Angelique couldn't imagine dropping out of quidditch. She'd gotten a bit addicted to it, really.
|
|
|
Post by Mavrick on Apr 5, 2009 5:09:00 GMT
Once Angelique craned her neck to see what he was doing, he made a show of pulling the paper towards him and gave her an ‘evil’ glance. She would find out what it was when he was done, and not before. He continued on, glancing up every few seconds before returning his eyes to the paper.
“Yeah, I couldn’t be bothered this year, the team is more about politics than skill, and I’m too lazy to put in the extra practices or work out constantly to keep in shape for it.” Linden had quite honestly taken up Quidditch because his brothers had assured him girls loved players, and the workouts would give him body points.
They had been right, but Linden didn’t need the extra points these days, he had enough skill nowadays to be able to ditch the Quidditch fangirl play.
|
|
|
Post by sonrisa on Apr 7, 2009 3:10:19 GMT
Angelique sighed as he made a show of hiding the paper, resting her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on her desk as Professor Binns' voice droned on in the background. Her attention had been lost long ago, but she had at least found something that was proving to be moderately entertaining in its place.
"Lazy, huh?" she asked, smirking slightly as she pointedly ignored all the other excuses he made for quitting. She supposed it was reasonable. After all, quidditch was a pretty demanding support, phsyically, emotionally, and time-wise. "It happens."
|
|
|
Post by Mavrick on Apr 7, 2009 3:15:40 GMT
Linden chuckled, “Yeah it does,” he added as he glanced up again before going back to his paper. He turned it around on the desk and continued to scribble about. He had never paid much attention in History of Magic, since he found it pretty boring even when Binns wasn’t teaching.
“So how come you’re sitting in front of me this year, weren’t you usually up the front like a good little Gryffindor?” he smirked at her a little and gave a wink, indicating he was kidding around. Linden didn’t judge on house along these days, maturity had woken him up to the fact it just wasn’t worth it… that and the fact he was limiting himself to only a quarter of the female population by being a prat like his brothers had been.
Linden was an equal opportunity heartbreaker.
|
|
|
Post by sonrisa on Apr 7, 2009 3:19:52 GMT
"It's History of Magic," she replied with a small shrug. "You can sit anywhere. His lectures are equally boring from all angles, as far as I'm concerned." To be fair, Angelique still did sit in the front in some classes, namely Charms which was by far her best subject, and Care of Magical Creatures, mostly for a better view. "I didn't know you were paying such close attention, Linden," she added, offering a smile.
|
|
|
Post by Mavrick on Apr 7, 2009 3:24:48 GMT
“I make a note of where all the pretty girls sit, so I can throw paper at them and then spend the rest of class convincing them to come to Hogsmeade with me.”
Linden finally moved his arm away from hiding the paper and swished it around to face the right way up. He had sketched a rough picture of Angelique and him strolling down a cobblestone path, him with his arm around her shoulders. It wasn’t the Mona Lisa, but it would have only taken one glance to see what the subject was. Linden didn’t usually to anything artsy while at Hogwarts, except his little sketches, usually of women with less clothes on who his friends would then charm to dance on the desk for the entertainment of all.
|
|
|
Post by sonrisa on Apr 7, 2009 3:31:24 GMT
Angelique was caught off guard by his offer, and it was apparent by the look on her face. She would never have thought in a thousand years that Linden Scott would a) consider her worth calling 'pretty', b) take the time to draw a picture of her, or c) ask her to Hogsmeade, particularly the latter of the three. She was, as he had said, a 'do-gooder'. She made good grades, worked hard on the quidditch team, and most notably, was not known for being a serial dater, and certainly had her virginity in tact. It didn't seem like his usual mark, to be quite frank.
"You want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" she asked him, looking doubtful.
|
|
|
Post by Mavrick on Apr 7, 2009 3:36:54 GMT
Linden just smiled at her. If he had known she was having such an internal debate, he would he let her know that a) she was definitely pretty, b) he liked drawing girls because it made them blush and giggle and c) Hogsmeade was the perfect, non ‘date’ place to take a girl who was a do-gooder who had her virginity in tact without making her think he just wanted in her pants.
Sure, Linden wanted in her pants, but she had taken a blow to the head without yelling at him, which meant she was worth getting to know.
“I wouldn’t make a joke about something like making a date, it’s serious business to me.” He pushed the paper towards her a bit more, indicating he wanted her to take it. “So what do you say? Knowing that if you turn me down I may cry and cause a big scene, letting every one know you’re mean and have broken my heart.” He gave a cheesy, lopsided grin Linden that often made girls say yes to anything he asked, he wondered if it’d work on her too.
|
|