Post by mely on Sept 4, 2008 16:49:37 GMT
Darius was staring solemnly at his buttercake, moving his jaw to chew imaginary food. His face was set in a frown bordering on petulance, despite his hopes of mysterious thoughtfulness. In the back of his mind, carefully guarded by iron locks of indifference, was this evening's detention - won by the refusal to complete his Muggle Studies homework because of the dictorial manner in which it have been discharged. At the time he had felt very pleased with himself for his unwavering defiance of the People In Charge, rooted in a strong moral sense of the need to emancipate the down trodden, overworked students. It all sounded very impressive if you said it like that.
His other friends [whoever they are :s] had finished eating. "go on ahead" he said, waving a hand vaguely in their direction, only briefly tearing his gaze from the half-eaten buttercake. "I'll catch you up" And now he was alone, and as the buttercake blurred in front of him, his mind stayed back to Her.
He couldn't tell what was so special about her; she wasn't that pretty, everyone said that, he'd barely even spoken to her. But something about her made him feel... kind of funny in a weird indistinc place a little above his gut. He was in love.
Now he thought about it, he realy was in love. He loved her more than buttercakes, and chocolate frogs, and the exploding jelly on top of birthday cakes. He loved her so much, he'd written her intials on the inside cover of his muggle studies book, and drawn a little heart next to it - though that could equally have been a cloud, or a pig. In fact, he loved her so much that he had decided to ask her to the summer ball.
He nodded to himself, and took a bite out of his buttercake.
His other friends [whoever they are :s] had finished eating. "go on ahead" he said, waving a hand vaguely in their direction, only briefly tearing his gaze from the half-eaten buttercake. "I'll catch you up" And now he was alone, and as the buttercake blurred in front of him, his mind stayed back to Her.
He couldn't tell what was so special about her; she wasn't that pretty, everyone said that, he'd barely even spoken to her. But something about her made him feel... kind of funny in a weird indistinc place a little above his gut. He was in love.
Now he thought about it, he realy was in love. He loved her more than buttercakes, and chocolate frogs, and the exploding jelly on top of birthday cakes. He loved her so much, he'd written her intials on the inside cover of his muggle studies book, and drawn a little heart next to it - though that could equally have been a cloud, or a pig. In fact, he loved her so much that he had decided to ask her to the summer ball.
He nodded to himself, and took a bite out of his buttercake.
