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Post by Sheba Snow on Mar 10, 2008 19:54:21 GMT
Sheba sighed heavily as she wriggled into yet another awkward position on the squashy red settee, her legs hooked over the back as her head dangled grumpily off the seat cushions. The fire flickered silently in front of her face, making her cheeks hot and red, and so she once again heaved herself up, coming to lie horizontally. She was almost certain that her level of boredom at this exact moment was unparalleled, and as she glared at the ceiling she wondered what Edward and Felix were doing at this exact moment. It was Edward’s turn to keep the griffin company, but although Sheba usually grimaced at the thoughts of baby sitting the temperamental beast for two hours, she realised that right now she would actually quite like to be talking to him…
The Gryffindor common room was, astonishingly, completely empty. It was a Hogsmede weekend and everyone was down in the village, eating hot fudge sundaes outside The Three Broomsticks and smuggling butterbeers up to the Shrieking Shack. Unfortunately for Sheba she had discovered that she was down to a single galleon, and it was never wise to leave yourself without a single bit of gold… even for the sake of Honeydukes sweets.
So today she was the only person to be left behind, playing with the drawstring on her hoodie and reading tattered muggle romances. ‘Oh, Mr Darcy…’ She whimpered quietly, picking up the hardback she had previously discarded on the floor. ‘Take me away!'
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Post by Harrison Greg on Mar 10, 2008 20:15:22 GMT
The weekend was the best part about being at Hogwarts as it meant complete relaxation, lounging around on the sofa’s or on the grass lawns was all the Gryffindor could ever dream of…well being able to lie in bed till mid afternoon was better but for some reason it was not even mid day and Harrison Greg was up, dressed and walking back into the castle grounds from a very brief stop at Hogsmeade.
Harrison never truly enjoyed staying in the wizarding villages for too long on days such as today when the entire population of the school flooded out of the castle and towards its small and cramped little shops. This was the reason why the Gryffindor was up so early, he headed down to beat the rush to pick up the essentials before even the brightest eyed Hufflepuff was running around the streets on a wild sugar rush.
The common room portrait swung open and Harrison looked around the empty common room with a small fire crackling away in the corner, which was the other advantage of waking up so early…tranquillity.
’Oh Mr Darcy…’
Freezing on the spot Harrison pulled his sunglasses off with his free hand (the other was holding onto a brown bag full of his earlier purchases) and looked first of all over his shoulder to make sure no strange man had entered and then secondly around the common room. Taking a few more steps in his eyes fell upon a very familiar female Gryffindor longing on the sofa’s reading a book. Tilting his head to one side Harrison read the title of the book and gave a oft chuckle, he should have guessed.
“Why Miss Bennet you look dashing today. Pray have you done something to your hair?”
Harrison’s younger sister had suddenly discovered the magic of muggle romance novels and last summer in sheer boredom Harrison had picked up that very novel to see what all the girls were creating such a fuss about…he would never admit it but he actually enjoyed the book.
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Post by Sheba Snow on Mar 10, 2008 20:38:34 GMT
Sheba had draped one arm across her face lazily, shielding her eyes from the sheer nothingness she was faced with staring at for the next couple of hours before someone returned to the castle. She heard a noise over toward the portrait hole but suspected it was merely a house elf trimming the tassels on the carpet whilst it thought no students were around, or a cat slyly sharpening its claws on the hangings.
Of course, it was only when a familiar, thrilling voice materialised near her head did she peek out from under her forearm, eyes growing slightly wider to see Harrison’s wry white smile hovering over her. ‘Harry! I mean – Harrison…’ She cleared her throat nervously, trying to hide her surprise. ‘Miss Bennet…? Oh… oh yes!’ Sheba laughed as she looked at the book in her hand, relieved that he hadn’t actually forgot her name. Thank Merlin she was lying down or she would have most likely thrown herself out of the window! ‘I just stuck it up in a pony. It’s an absolute mess really, don’t look!’ She said bashfully, consciously tucking a few stray strands behind her ear.
Setting down the book Sheba propped herself up on one elbow, leaning to see who else would now inevitably be coming through the portrait hole in hot pursuit of Harrison. You were more likely to see a centaur pulling a vegetable cart than for Harrison to actually be alone. ‘Where are Toby and Blake?’ She looked up at him with a curious frown, most suspicious. As usual the soft tones of his hair caught the sun just right, making Sheba's tummy flutter.
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Post by Harrison Greg on Mar 10, 2008 21:12:00 GMT
Harrison never grew tired of the sound of surprise that so often accompanied his name, the smile that passed over the lips of the girls saying it and the look in their eyes. He may see it in his job description as saving fair maidens who were in distress but he loved making the odd one or two become slightly uncomfortable in his presence and Sheba was always a good provider for that fun.
With a small laugh at her mutterings he placed his bag of goodies down on a near by table and wondered lazily over towards Sheba and sat down on the arm of the chair she was sitting at and lazily placed his arm along the top so if anyone came it at first glance it would look like Harrison had his arm around her.
“Oh I think your hair looks perfect like that. Simple…nothing too fancy, I like that type of thing.”
It was then she asked the question that almost everyone asked when he was alone, ’Where are Blake and Toby?’ His honest answer was that he had no clue, Blake might have been off with Rieko while Toby most likely was off chatting up some barmaid. Blowing his fringe out of his eyes Harrison looked down at Sheba and gave her a weary smile.
“Why did you want to see the others more then me Sheba?” He grinned at her looking at the portrait himself wondering if someone else would break trough the door. He had not seen his groupies recently, which was a slightly worrying thought. “I do not blame you.” Harrison continued getting ready to fish for some compliment to help his ego inflate. “Toby and Blake are nicer to look at then me, so I have been told anyway.”
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Post by Sheba Snow on Mar 11, 2008 0:53:33 GMT
Sheba shook her head fiercely in rejection of the compliment, habitually tugging the band out of her hair and redoing her ponytail. If it had been anyone else to tell her that her hair looked simple of all things she probably would have been hugely disappointed… but if it was what Harrison Greg liked, then who was she to argue?
He frequently did this to many girls on purpose – moving the conversation to revolve around them and their appearance, doting and bewitching. Of course, the reward for this rare lavishing of affection always fell back into Harrison’s lap in the form of fresh adoration, sweet as a perfume lasting for weeks. Until then Harrison was free to deliberately ignore his poor victim to breaking point, where upon he was merely have to wink at her and she would be under his spell once more, doomed to repeat the cycle…
Sheba saw this dreadful technique with incredible transparency, yet knowing this did nothing in preventing her from falling for the same trick. If anything it only compelled her to compete harder for him, as though this secret understanding meant she stood out above all the others. A fool could see it didn’t, but Sheba was perfectly content to ignore that.
Her skin prickled with excitement as he settled down on the arm of the chair, leaning over her. She could sense his arm resting centimetres from the back of her neck and it sent a thrilling electricity down her spin, the pulse of possibility sending goosebumps up her arm. It took Sheba a great deal of effort to casually lean away from him, as though she had not noticed. The tremor in her voice was, as usual, a dead give away though. ‘Maybe.’ She smiled up at him imperturbably, her eyes cool and serene. ‘You might think you’re a charmer, Mr Greg, but Toby and Blake’s conversation is certainly a lot more stimulating…’ She broke out into a grin, unable to maintain her offhanded teasing when she was already feeling so giddy.
‘But,’ she went on, composing herself once more and lifting up her knee to turn and face him. ‘I’m pleased to say the rumour about their boyish good looks beating yours is a bit unfounded.’ She broke eye contact with him, her cheeks blushing pink.
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Post by Harrison Greg on Mar 18, 2008 18:53:53 GMT
Harrison was sharing a sofa with a very interesting Gryffindor, that was certain and he was finding the whole situation rather amusing particually when she tried to ‘causally’ lean away from him. He had to give her created for trying to pull a move off like that but the problem was as soon as she opened her mouth and her voice wavered he knew that he was having some form of affect on her.
Sheba slowly managed to over come these nerves and mentioned that Toby and Blake’s conversations were a lot more stimulating Harrison raised his eyebrows in mock surprise and gave a playful gasp. In his opinion he did not think that any of their conversations would win awards for them being interesting or intellectual but they made him smile which was the most important thing of them all. However there was only one thing that made Harrison Greg smile even more then laughing with Toby and Blake and that was when people complimented him especially about his looks.
The break in eye contact and the flush of pink to her fair cheeks made Harrison grin but he knew he could not leave the compliment hanging, he would have to turn it around back to Sheba if anything to keep her sweet.
“Why thank you my lady.” He said with a lack of surprise or bashfulness in his voice, the tone that showed he got this type of compliment almost every day, it was now a common response, almost the same as asking ‘how are you?’ after a greeting someone. “However when I am in presence of someone such as you I am afraid your that your beauty out shines mine.”
He gave Sheba a playful wink and stood up off the arm of the chair and wondered casually over to the table where he had placed his bag of goodies. Peering inside the brown paper bag Harrison started to hum himself a little tune and started to rummage around inside clearly looking for something that was at the very bottom. He stopped humming and his eyes grew wide and he mumbles something that sounded like ‘Got ya’ before removing his hand from the bag along with the item that was now safely clenched in his hand, a small glint of silver could be seen in the through the gaps in his fingers as the fire light danced off it.
“Well then Sheba if you can guess what I have in my hand…you can have it.”
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