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[watcherwesley]

It's after dinner and there is a great din in the hall. Everybody is rushing about to finish homework assignments or meet up with friends. I am standing at my table alone. I usually eat alone, but it's a good time to study, so it's not so bad. I look around anxiously. I haven't spotted Samantha or Spike yet. Oh, God, I hope they aren't off

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[freak_ofnature]

I leave a group of giggling girls out in the hallway as we're leaving the great hall, no need to let anyone see me wandering over to the Hufflepuff table, afterall. Once the place has near emptied out, I stroll in, glance around for just moments before spotting Wesley and heading over there.

Even in Hogwart's uniform, it's easy to tell the status difference. All the girls in my group have thier uniforms modified, so the neckline is flattering, the vest rides higher, showing just a hint of midriff, but not enough to get us in serious trouble, and our skirts are all cut two, maybe three inches above regulation. Even at Hogwarts, there's really no excuse not to be in style. If it was upto me, we'd all be allowed to wear heels, too. I do from time to time, but the rest of the girls aren't half that brave. Guess that's what makes me the boss.

I walk over to the table, noticing the big bag he's carrying around.

((tag, Wes))

[watcherwesley]

I feel very relieved seeing Samantha coming my way. I try to look casual about it, like people come up to talk to me on purpose all the time. "Hello, Samantha." I squeak, then clear my throat, silently cursing the high voice that seems to pop out every time I am nervous. "I'm all ready if you are. Have you seen Spike about?" I inquire, trying not to notice the erotic peek of stomach she flashes when she moves. Beautiful girls are everywhere at this school. I hope I am not too distracted from my studies. I remember my father's so-called advice - good grades get you into Oxford, bints get you into trouble. Not that Samantha looks anything like a doxie. She is obviously way out of my league. Do I even have a league?

[freak_ofnature]

I smirk when he squeaks, used to that sortof thing. I flash him a disarming smile and perch on the table next to him.

"I'm thinkin' he might be a no-show. Did he say he was coming?"

Aparently he cared very little for the frail-looking boy's feelings, I stopped to wonder for a moment why I did...I had snubbed guys like him a thousand times before. Since when did I get to be such a soft-touch?

[watcherwesley]

I am momentarily distracted by a flash of thigh that is apparently rendering me mute. I open and close my mouth several times before saying in a breathless rush "He said he might stop by. I think we should go look for him, maybe in the kitchen?" I will myself to look into her face. I wonder if she knows I was looking at her legs? God I hope not. My chest feels tight with embarrassment. I wanted to make a friend, not be dismissed as a deviant. I give her a half-smile.

[freak_ofnature]

I notice he's not into my help and back off a little, just in time to hear an unmistakeable accent from behind me.
I'd heard two types of accents since coming to school here, the first was the common one, the accent Fox had come home with after the first year away and I had teased him mercilessly about till he dropped it.

The second was the one I'd heard from cabbies, bus drivers, and sidewalk merchants. That was the one Spike had. It just didn't quite fit in. I straighten up and turn to him with a dissaproving frown.

"rude! and you've got blood on your face, smartass."

I smirk and give my pattented superior look.

[rebelwoutapulse]

Oh I do like this girl, all piss and vinegar. Even though she's strictly off limits, can't hurt to tease a little, I can tell she's enjoying the game just as much as I am.

"rude! and you've got blood on your face, smartass."

My smirk melts a little and I realize she's right, lifting a hand to wipe away the evidence of my late dinner. I'm still awfully plased to have got her all flustered though.

((tag Wesley))

[watcherwesley]

I watch him wipe the blood away, feeling slightly squeamish. Samantha looks completely fired up, she is obviously up to whatever challenge Spike wants to lay down. I admire her gumption. "Spike, err, that is no way to speak to a lady, especially a fellow student. I think you should apologize." I tentatively say, half-afraid he will turn on me all fangs and threats. But being a gentlemen is not only a man's duty, it is his honor. I come from a long line of gentlemen and refuse to be waylaid by one cocky vampire.

[rebelwoutapulse]

"come now, if the bird can't handle honesty, it's a big school, sure she can find someone to lie to her."

I give her what turns out to be a flirty look, like my face has a soddin' will of it's own. This girl doesn't need to be told what a prize she is, she's heard it a hundred times before, no doubt.

"not big on sorrys, mate. Now do you two want me along, or shall I leave you to a more romantic rendevous?"

[rebelwoutapulse]

I give her a little smirk as we catch up, and I near imagine that she smiles a little back before she shows us into her training room.

It's about half the size of a classroom, with wood floors that have mats here and there. I think I can see a couch tucked back in the corner, like she's made her own area there. The wall opposite that corner displays all manner of weapons, swords, crossbows, battle axes...a nice collection. The place is fully equipped, a punching bag, woooden horse, and strangely enough, gymnastic bars.

[watcherwesley]

Wow! What a nice training space! I wonder if Samantha realizes how lucky and privileged she is, or if she is used to being treated special? I heard she has a brother, I wonder what he thinks of this whole thing. "This is really nice, who set this up for you? Who do you usually train with?" I ask her. "And please don't worry, I won't tell anyone where it is." I add reassuringly. Who would I tell anyway?

[freak_ofnature]

"most of the professors aren't really into training, not hand to hand anyway. When I first started last year, they'd watch and give pointers and tell me to tuck in my elbow and whatever, but that's tapered off this year."

I sit on the vaulting horse, careful to cross my legs, used to being a little more at ease with my natural state in here. But right now I still had people to impress.

"anyway, let's do this. I can talk and handle weapons at the same time."

I reach into the bag Spike is holding and pull out one of the swords, pretty impressed. This is a nice weapon.

[rebelwoutapulse]

I'm about to jump on a perfect setup for a dirty comment when the girl gets a little to close for comfort with that blade while taking it out of the bag.

"hey hey! whatchit! do I look like I need a shave?"

[watcherwesley]

I step in front of Samantha, holding out my arms, instinctively moving to protect her. Obviously ridiculous so I slowly lower them and try not to stare at Spike. He seems angry and embarrassed and doesn't need me to make it worse. I hope Samantha can hold her wicked tongue. I pretend not to realize that anything happened and find a brand new fascination with staring at the weapons on the wall. I reach out to touch one of the swords. "Ooh! This is nice!" I comment but I must have touched something wrong and several weapons crash to the floor in front of me. I duck out of the way with a tiny shriek, covering my head and tripping over my clumsy feet and spill onto the floor. Well, that went well, I thought. Maybe they will leave me here to die from my stupidity and shame. One can hope.

[freak_ofnature]

okay, you could defenitley accuse me of being self centered, but when I'm paying attention I do pick up vibes. And for a second I looked at Spike and saw a very very sad person, causing me to frown softly and reach toward him, trying to figure out what was wrong. Geeze, I didn't mean to upset him...he shakes his head a little and rubs his forehead which is still bumpy.

Before I can think of anything to say, I'm distracted by the big pile of weapons going crashing off the wall and nearly impaling Wesley. I step over a little to make sure he didn't gain any open wounds, Mcgonogal would KILL me if someone got hurt in here.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I could lecture him on leaving the weapon handling to the warriors, but I think tripping and falling on his ass was lesson enough.

[rebelwoutapulse]

I'm being punished, that's it. Some damn higher power has it in for me. Bloody hell, I just can't shake it, try thinkin' of something else, but I can feel her there, her eyes on me, wondering and probing...

I'm like a soddin' infant, can't control my own impulses. Why can't I make the face go away? It seems the harder I try the more it sticks, and the more it sticks the more pissed off I get.

I grumble a little and rub my forehead, more in an effort to hide it than anything else. Finally I move to back off a little, and I can only go so far, realizing she's got one hand holding tightly to my robe. It gets my attention and I look at her, blinking yellow eyes.

((tag))

[watcherwesley]

I push my glasses up further on my nose fiercely and I stagger to my feet. "Right as rain. Sorry about that." I try to fix the mess, but I'm making it worse so I stand still, hoping the floor will open up and swallow me. When is doesn't I take a deep breath and strive to move on. Luckily, she seems distracted by Spike's dilemma.

[phoenixminerva]

Filch's insufferable feline seems to have discovered some trouble with several students in the basement. Argus hardly has the tact - much less the authourity - to take care of misbehaviours properly. Though he takes the greatest of pleasure in dealing with the students, his vigilante approach is unacceptable.

I walk briskly down the staircases and halls, arriving at the door Filch specified. I am shocked to see Mr Spike with his face morphed and Miss Mulder firmly pulling his robes. Ah, and Mr. Wyndham-Pryce seems to be a part of this conflict as well. . .

I am furious. This has happened far too soon - these three must be punished. I suspect the worst. Whatever may be happening here, I am putting a stop to it.

"Mulder! Spike! Wyndham-Pryce! What in God's name do you think you are doing down here?!"

[freak_ofnature]

I freeze in my tracks, oh shit we're in trouble...WHAT THE HECK DID WE DO??

"I um...training?"

okay, not yet, but we were going to. I take my hand off Spike's robes, I hope I don't look guilty, I wasn't doing anything wrong. I'm pretty used to being punished for doing nothing though, in my house, it happens more than I'd like to admit. I have the bruises to show for it.

I look over at Wesley, then at Spike...

[rebelwoutapulse]

I turn and swallow hard, my face immedeatley shifting back to normal. I feel Samantha's hand fly away from where she was gripping me and back to her side. Are we not supposed to be in here? If we weren't, I sure as hell didn't hear anything about it, not like I would care if I did...

[phoenixminerva]

I look at them sternly, studying their faces. "You two will come with me. Wyndham-Pryce, you are dismissed. Somehow I suspect you were in the wrong place at the wrong time."