Post by Alex Doyle on Apr 13, 2008 18:15:38 GMT
((This is set in their fifth year when they had still sort of drifted apart, when Alex was with Stephanie and when Girty had fallen for Thom))
It had been a long day in all honesty. The lessons werent that hard but Steph was mithering him about the ball, wanting to know if he could dance and things like that. He hadnt even asked her to go with him yet but she was assuming he was going to. Then again they were together so it kind of suggested for himself that he was going to ask her to the ball and not anybody else. Though thinking on it, there wasnt anybody else he would have asked was there?
He was stood in the corridors. Fifteen year old Alexander Doyle, the stubble on his chin breaking through at some points and yet not at others. He supposed he could get it all off quickly but he didnt want to, despite the fact Steph told him it was like kissing a human cactai plant. The corridors were pretty deserted save for Alex and a few passers by, the older years taking in what could be considered as a shabby appearance. Though Lex never did care what others thought about him as the only opinion that matters was his own, and Stephs counted too of course.
He had a letter in his hand off Steph telling Alex to meet him at Hogsmeade so they could go looking for something to wear to the ball, but he had decided to skip this feat and stay inside the castle instead. This whole ball jig was becoming more stressful by the minute. Steph was clearly a ball nazi. Lex went to lean up off the wall, though as he did he collided into someone, sending his own books flying and the girls too.
"Sorry,"
Alex mumbled and bent down to help her retrieve the books, though as he looked upon the face he realised who it was. "Girty..." It had been a while since he had seen the Hufflepuff and pulled her into a bear hug. Of course he wouldnt tell Steph about this meeting, she would only crucify him.
It had been a long day in all honesty. The lessons werent that hard but Steph was mithering him about the ball, wanting to know if he could dance and things like that. He hadnt even asked her to go with him yet but she was assuming he was going to. Then again they were together so it kind of suggested for himself that he was going to ask her to the ball and not anybody else. Though thinking on it, there wasnt anybody else he would have asked was there?
He was stood in the corridors. Fifteen year old Alexander Doyle, the stubble on his chin breaking through at some points and yet not at others. He supposed he could get it all off quickly but he didnt want to, despite the fact Steph told him it was like kissing a human cactai plant. The corridors were pretty deserted save for Alex and a few passers by, the older years taking in what could be considered as a shabby appearance. Though Lex never did care what others thought about him as the only opinion that matters was his own, and Stephs counted too of course.
He had a letter in his hand off Steph telling Alex to meet him at Hogsmeade so they could go looking for something to wear to the ball, but he had decided to skip this feat and stay inside the castle instead. This whole ball jig was becoming more stressful by the minute. Steph was clearly a ball nazi. Lex went to lean up off the wall, though as he did he collided into someone, sending his own books flying and the girls too.
"Sorry,"
Alex mumbled and bent down to help her retrieve the books, though as he looked upon the face he realised who it was. "Girty..." It had been a while since he had seen the Hufflepuff and pulled her into a bear hug. Of course he wouldnt tell Steph about this meeting, she would only crucify him.