tell me I'm an angel, take this to my grave

[zestandzeal]

 Zander is curled up on a window sill in one of the corridors, reading a book, eyebrow furrowed in concentration as he reads and one hand in his hair.

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[chasingwood]

Whatcha reading?

[zestandzeal]

*doesn't look at her when he responds, just keeps reading*

Some of Thomas Hardy. Earlier I was reading out of your Edgar Allan Poe book.

[chasingwood]

Oh. I was where wondering that had gotten to.

Have you seen the notebook that I keep all my Potions recipes in?

[zestandzeal]

Mmhmmm.

*glances up momentarily and frowns, shrugging, then going back to his book*

No, haven't seen it. I can't imagine why anyone would want to take it, either.

[poison_asp]

*walks up the hall and spots them*

Hey Bean; Zander. What are you two up to?

[zestandzeal]

*nods hello, engrossed with his book*

I was reading, and she rudely interrupted me. ;)

[poison_asp]

*teasingly* You read?

Yeah, she has a knack for that. *grins*

[chasingwood]

I do not!

*huffs*

[namesaked]

Why am I always the last to show up when you guys decide to have an impromptu meeting? Do you plan these things without me?

Whatcha reading?

[zestandzeal]

*without looking up from his book*

Yeah, we do. We plan them at random times just so you won't be able to attend.

Some Thomas Hardy.

Anyways. *flickers his gaze at Score for a moment* I heard you and Weasley snogged or something. Alb seemed pretty disturbed, said he freaked. *smirk* I knew you fancied her.

[namesaked]

Knew it.

Why?

*grins* Yeah, we snogged. We're like, I don't know. What do you call it? 'Official'?

[zestandzeal]

Mmmhmm.

Why not? I like poetry and reading. So: why not?

*rolls eyes teasingly*

Yeah, I think that's the term. How did this come about? I thought she hated you or whatever. But wait -- I forgot, nobody hates Score.