[Lake] Sneaky Flobberworms

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Torin yawned, his arm shielding his eyes from the sun. He knew the summer was over, and the biting winds of autumn would be soon approaching. This was the reason he was out on the lake, watching the squid's tentacles swarm over the surface - taking advantage of a nice day.

His Astronomy work laid in a less-than-charming heap next to him, while his bag slopped over getting infested with a bunch of flobberworms. As soon as he was about to reach over for his quill and start on his homework, a shadow came up behind him. He wondered if it were Ariane again for a moment, before fiddling with his quill.

[milone]

"Do you like those things?" Milone asked, stepping up to him and pointing at the fat, sickly flobberworms crawling slimily over his bookbag. Her own was slung neatly over her shoulder, weighing the girl down with numerous amounts of quills, rollsof parchment, notebooks, ink, and great walloping heavy textbooks.

She had been planning to begin her homework in the pleasant shade under her favorite oak by the lake, and it seemed Torin had the same idea. She rememembered their quick exchange in the dining hall and noticed that he seemed pretty friendly.

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"The lake?" He said curiously, turning to the girl and his gaze following to where she pointed. Suddenly sending the ghastly flobberworms a disgusted look, he picked up his bag and shook it upside down.

Trails of unflattering slime shone over his notebooks, and he groaned. "There goes my Potions essay," he said flatly, noticing the flobberworms had tried to eat through his paper.

Turning back to Milone, he gave her a half-smile, still shaking the flobberworms off his potions textbook. "Looks like you're about to fall over, there." He joked, referring to her stuffed bag.

[milone]

Milone tossed her curly hair indignantly and swung her bag slightly. "I most certainly am not. I bet I'm stronger than you any day." Her dark green eyes swept over the mess of slime and parchment, and a smirk crept over her face.

"Why don't you just clean that with your perfect wand? Mine'd probably blow it up." The girl dug her toe into the soft green strands of grass, feeling a prickle of uncomfotable-ness run down her spine. Still, she acted confident and sure--having read in a book that it was the best way to act around people. Boys especially.

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Torin laughed, "Well, I wouldn't doubt it if you're carrying that beast around all over the place," he said, jerking his thumb toward her bag.

When she mentioned his wand, he shook his head a bit flustered. "No, no, can't do that. The Professor's get immensely strict when you get into your last year... Check all papers for traces of magic." He rolled his eyes. "Think everyone's out to cheat on them."

Though he was tempted, he let his wand stay in his robe pocket and kicked one of the flobberworms with the toe of his shoe. It wobbled slightly, and Torin smirked. "Looks like your wand got to them," he joked.

[milone]

Milone tactfully ignored ( ) the comment about her bag and went right on to answer his next remark.

"It most certainly did not. Flobberworms are known to wiggle when uncomfortable, as clearly stated on page eight hundred thirty six of the Magical Beast Owner's Manual, which was required reading for second year. They also shake, shudder, and let off an even stinkier yellow slime when touched by unsensitive humans. So there."

She stuck her tongue out playfully and rested her hands on her hips.

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Torin smirked and pulled out his wand, levitating her bag off her shoulders onto the ground next to him. "You know, I should stop bothering ordering books from Hogsmeade," He said with a slight teasing to his voice. "I have a seemingly endless collection of verbal transcripts right here."

He crossed his legs, flicking the last flobberworm back toward the Lake before raising an eyebrow. "Care to sit?"

[milone]

She rolled her eyes at her levitating bag and sank onto the grass beside him with a grin. "I guess you do--well, I mean, not for most things. Like, I don't read "Pancakes for Dummies" and stuff like that." She shrugged and looked innocently into his eyes.

Milone stretched out her long dancer's legs and pushed her curls over her back. "I might start, however--if I keep hanging out with you." She sighed and pulled a golden feather quill out her bookbag and handed it to Torin.

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Torin glanced at the quill curiously, before marveling over the golden feather. "Am I supposed to write with this or frame and hang it on my wall?" He grinned, the grip firm between his fingers and strangely comfortable.

Flickering his fingers against the feather gently, he turned back to Milone and smiled. "What's it for, anyway? Not a charmed quill that's going to write my essay for me, is it?"

He grinned then, looking at it contemplatively. "Or are you trying to woo me? You know, it's usually candy and flowers that get 'em." He said jovially.

[milone]

Milone shrugged, but with a slightly evil grin across her face. "You could say I'm wooing you--not too far off, no. It's just that a quill, like you said, isn't the normal kind of present for a thing like that. I don't know. A chocoball or a screaming daffodil seems kinda shallow for a--well, intellectually gifted--person like me. Or you, for that matter."

The intellectually gifted part had been an obvious joke, one could tell from the way she said it. However, reading it might not be so clear, which is why the author is taking up time to explain this.

To tell the truth, Milone had been more than a little embarrassed when Torin accused her of wooing him. Not that it was TRUE, of course, um, but it was embarrassing all the same... this is not to say that Milone was not grateful for the fact that they could joke about such things, but still...