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I don't usually say this, but is anyone else just through with revising? At this point, if I finish the work or not, I feel like I'm not going to learn anything else.

Anyway, who has plans for Quidditch this weekend? Anyone want to go with me?

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instars - Miss Wallace is a sixth year half-blood Ravenclaw, not on the Quidditch team, feel free to say your character has classes or sees her around school! She also has a bad tendency to get called out for wearing non-regulation shoes, but she cannot help it, she loves her heels!]

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[She looks in, and her lips curl up a bit when she sees him, different from her normally serious expression]

You could have also said I'm in here by myself, rather like a shut-in.

[He grins, and swings his legs off the edge of the bed.]

I could have, but I hadn't decided whether or not I planned on decency, myself.

Are you trying to shock me?

[She comes in, closes the door behind her.]

[He dips his head before he shakes it.]

At some point I do have to change.

[He's still half in quidditch gear from the morning's training.]

You are trying to shock me.

[She will never say but she loves quidditch gear, the blue and gray is very nice on him, for thing. She has her hands behind her back as she gets closer]

Or you're trying to kick me out.

[Neither one is true.]

[He spreads his hands, a half-shrug.]

This could look very bad for my prospects as a recluse.

[Shut-in indeed. He pats the bed beside him.]

[She goes, slips her shoes off, and sits cross-legged on his bed.]

I'd hate to be the reason you couldn't pass potions.

You're not that bad a distraction.

[Which may have come out slightly ruder than he intended. But she is distracting, and he has proof. He's still thinking about this.]

Aren't most of the girls going to watch the matches together?

[She doesn't seem to mind. Or notice.]

I think one of the Hufflepuff boys is going to ask me.

[Stiles, she means Stiles. Although, she doesn't actually remember his name]

[Insert actual nosewrinkle.]

I thought they weren't interested in anything without fur.

Are you saying I'm not inherently fascinating to every boy in this school?

[She has two years of experience that would say otherwise.]

[All girls are inherently fascinating to just about every boy in this school. Some may be more fascinating than others. And he's making a valiant effort not to sulk in front of her.]

I know one or two more interested in each other. You can't go with a Puff, they're our main rivals. You'll be in the wrong stand.

Then convince me.

[He sighs, turning toward her.]

You'll be in the wrong stand. A stand full of cheering minor retards who'll clap everyone and blithely go on about taking part being the most important thing. You'll come out of there wanting to hex the lot of them. Or you could bring him into our stand and risk his losing a few limbs. I don't have to convince you, you're more than aware, which means all I actually have to say on the matter is-

[Nothing. But he presses his lips to hers hard - nothing like delaying the expected outcome.]

[She leans into the kiss, and smiles when they part.]

You could have just made the point, Robert.

[She only calls him that when they're alone.]

Mm, but I quite enjoyed the cheering minor retard part.

[He doesn't pull back so far that he can't kiss her again.]

And the hat said you didn't belong in Slytherin.

[She runs her fingers through his hair, and kisses him again, nipping on his lower lip]

[He smiles a little, not quite as tightly as he usually does when that subject's brought up, and leans away enough to look at her properly.]

Sometimes I wonder if the ratty old thing was only trying to do me a favour.

What kind of favor?

[That look wasn't enough? Don't make him say it.]

I'm just saying this house has its worthwhile qualities.

[It was she's just being a little mean]

Do you mean me?

I would have found you even if you were wearing green. I like the very best things.

Would you have liked me more if I was wearing green?

[What no this isn't a loaded question. But he does suspect she likes him when he plays at being a little slythery.]

You look better in blue.

[She leans forward and kisses him, and moves into his lap]

It may have taken me more time, though. No crawling into your bed at night.

[Well. Now decency is a blurry line. Damn dormitories and their lack of locks.]

No key to the prefect's bathroom. [He pauses for a minute, folding his arms around her.] No, I expect I'd have made prefect in Slytherin, too.

[And since if they're caught, they're caught, no harm in his hands relocating themselves lower, is there?]

So this is what happens when work bores you.

Oh, but maybe you would have made me work harder to get you to let me in.

[She doesn't seem to mind, locks or no locks. If someone catches them, well.

As long as it's not a teacher.]

I suppose it is. Trying to make improvements on a snitch is getting tiresome.