(Library) Keep It Cool Boy, Real Cool

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Reagan slumped down into the chair, placing his messenger bag on top the table in front of him. He sat there sighing staring into the fabric of the bag for a few seconds. It wasn't as though he had been dragged there. He had been asked and he had said "yeah, sure." and there he was, one "yeah, sure." later, sitting in the library. Reagan sat up and flip over the top of his bag, the metal buttons making a click on the wooden table. He pulled out a few sheets of parchment and a quill, making it look like he was doing something. Reagan had put on his best dark blue button up shirt, over which he had thrown on a cream colored vest, very college prep. He though he looked rather dashing, but that was the last thing on his mind.

As an after thought, Reagan had come to the conclusion that he had agreed to go on a date with Jhudora Black. A date! At first he hadn't realized what he had agreed to do, but after taking a long hard look at things, a light had gone on in his head. A date!

He hadn't really thought of Jhudora as one he would ever consider going out on a date with. Of course it was just going to the library, but to Ravenclaws the library seemed like a very nice date spot. Reagan fiddled with the parchment in front of him. He didn't really have anything to do. Maybe Jhudora had an idea of what to do. Reagan could feel himself sweating underneath his vest.

STOP! Reagan's mind hissed at him. He heard the library door open. He couldn't see who had walked in, but he had a feeling. Reagan's mind slapping him again. STOP! Be cool. It said to him. Reagan nodded. He would act like nothing was up, or at least he would try. Yeah, Reagan thought. "Be cool." he said allowed, running his hand calmly through his hair.

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Reagan managed a smile when Jhudora rounded the corner. However, it came off as more of a grimace with a slight twange of nervousness. "Thanks." he said, feeling his cheeks turn slightly red. He quickly covered them with his hand, as though he was resting his head. he didn't want her to see him blush. He doubted she would find that in the least attractive. "Thats ok." he said, looking at the crumpet. It didn't look every appetizing at the moment. Jumping up, realizing he was forgetting to be a gentleman, Reagan pulled out Jhudora's chair so she could sit down. However, the chair hit the table leg on its way out, redirecting it toward Reagan's toe. Hiding a grimace of pain, he offered the chair to her. Smooth, very smooth.

Sitting back down himself, he picked up the book Jhudora had pushed toward him. He read the cover again. The Weasley's were masters of pranks and such. Regan had owned this book as a child. He loved playing the harmless jokes on his gardener. He was such a spaz. Reagan wouldn't mind getting into trouble every now and again, but was it really acceptable for a date?

She had called him handsome. Running his fingers through his hair, he smiled. It was a real smile. Looking back at the book, concentrating so he wouldn't blush again. "So, Do you have a favorite we can try?" He said, with a small grin, eyebrows raised mischievously, flipping through the pages. Just go for, he figured.