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[sheisavixen]

Who: Lauren
What: Some type of sexual tension confrontation?
Where: Somewhere in the Castle. Woo! Way to be vague...
When: Saturday, September 8th... Mid afternoon.
Warnings: Haha. OMG! I don't even know!! Be ready for anything?
Open to: Jonathan Kincaid, perhaps? >.>

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[jonathankincaid]

((sorry I fail!! I really did mean to do this earlier...))

A week. Jonathan was already sick of this place. Of course it was better than being home, but it was nice to think that at the end of this year he wouldn't have to be at either.

Ah, freedom.

Until then, though, he had to deal with this castle, and the annoying people residing within it -- like one particularly aggravating Gryffindor named Lauren, who he had just spotted after turning a random corner. Damn. She was writing something, and he almost just turned and walked away, rather than diving into their inevitable bickering and general annoying each other as much as possible.

But what fun would that be, right? So instead he ended up doing what anyone else could have said he'd do all along, walking straight up to her and putting his fingers on the edge of her parchment, pulling it down as though trying to read the words on the page.

"Writing letters?" he sneered. "Seems terribly dull."

[sheisavixen]

"Oh, don't be bitter just because you have no one to write to," She looked up at him, a small smile playing over her lips, "You could always write me a letter, Jonathan. It's really not as dull as you may think. Maybe you'd even enjoy it! I know you're anxious to profess your undying love to me, so what better way than in a letter? I would fully approve."

Good ol' Jonathan Kincaid. Now there was a face she could easily say she enjoyed not seeing during their summer break from school. But then she'd also have to admit that he amused her. He was a pathetic ass for sure, but their interactions always left her... well. Lauren wasn't quite sure what the word would be to explain how she felt after their interactions. Whatever it was, though, was enough to make her both love him and hate him all at the same time.

Something she would never confess to another living soul.

"I won't even show it to anyone in case you're embarrassed. It'll be our little secret." Lauren made a gesture in which she crossed her heart, "Promise."

[jonathankincaid]

Jonathan just snorted, letting go of the parchment and half leaning back into the edge of the nook. "You don't have to pretend around me, Lauren. I know you can't read."

He paused, leaning forward slightly to pat her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, though. That is actually 'our little secret.' I know how much it would hurt your reputation, if everyone knew how dumb you really are."

Jonathan didn't both love and hate Lauren -- he just hated her. Except for those rare, odd times when he didn't; but those times were few and far between, and he just viewed them as temporary lapses in his sanity, and then quit worrying or thinking about them.

It was better than the alternative, which was thinking about them which would possibly lead to thinking that they meant something, which they didn't.

[sheisavixen]

Lauren furrowed her brow, as that had to be one of the lamest insults he had ever given her. Lame because it didn't even make sense. Lame because she was sure that he could have come up with something better, if he tried. That was a bit disappointing -- thinking that Jonathan wasn't even trying to give his best when insulting her. Odd way of thinking, but that was Lauren for you