Any time now, I might admit...

[davvygudgeon]

~Davy is sitting at an empty desk in one of the class rooms near the astronomy tower. He has been here for nearly ten minutes and is just waiting around for Maire. The whole time however he has been nervous and his palms are sweaty.

He is sporting a purple bruise just below his eye and a swollen bottom lip with a cut; souvenirs from Christmas.~

Comments

[feckinirish]

*Maire tried to hurry, but when Davy had said 'after dinner,' she wasn't sure if that was right after she finished eating, or whenever the headmaster dismissed them to bed.

At any rate, she had gone up to her dorm after eating to fetch a few things (parchment, some quills and ink, and a few pillows from her bed), and hastened down to the decided classroom. Now she is rather breathless, having run down several flights of stairs with her arms full of things.*

Sorry I'm late.

[davvygudgeon]

*Looses his train of thought when he hears Maire. Startles a bit and swings around to face her*

Not late...well, not by much.

*grins and stands up heading over to help her with the supplies*

[feckinirish]

Not mad, I - ruddy hell, Davy, whatever happened to your mug?

*dumps her things half in his arms and half on a desk* A Sytherin get you again? Oh, I swear I'll hex them all into the ground someday...

[davvygudgeon]

Wha? *Has to take a step back when she dumps things into his arms* Oh no. Not a Slytherin.

Granted I would like to see you hex them all into the ground.