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Dreah: DRAT YOU, YOU NEW DIRECTOR! WE WANT CHRIS BACK!
Evil Ducky: It wasn't that bad .
Talia: You were stuffing your face full of popcorn, how would you know?
Dreah: Draco was sexy, sexy, sexy! And how I would love to ram that popcorn down your throat.
Evil Ducky: Backs away Enjoy the chapter! Nervous laugh
Chapter 7: obsession
Talia stared blankly into space as Dreah frantically waved her hand in front of her friend's face. "Talia!? Tails!? Who're you looking at? Your new fancy perhaps? TALIA TREVES!!!" Talia look up, startled. "Huh? Oh, hi Dreah. I didn't notice you were there." Dreah shook her head. "You have got it bad. So, who is he?" "Who's who?" Talia asked innocently. "Who were you staring at?" Dreah inquired. "I wasn't staring, I was just thinking!" Talia defended. "Yeah, and Flitwick doesn't wear a toupee."
"I was just staring- I mean glaring at that insufferable git!" Talia said. "Which one?" "Ryan Arnet." "Description?" Dreah asked, curiously. "The one with steely brown hair that catches the light so uniquely, magnificent ice blue eyes that melt you to the core, toned muscles and perfectly chiseled nose. Strutting around like he's a god. I can't stand him!" Talia said a tad mistily. Dreah rolled her eyes. "And I'm not in love with Draco. But who cares? Besides our fathers. And you're due for a boyfriend Tails." She pointed out. "But I'm engaged! I can't have a boyfriend!" "Yes, we all know that James is the epitome of male hotness. But sometimes we don't' get what we paid for. I don't know how to put this but he's a little bit lacking. Well, Brains!" Dreah exclaimed.
Dreah waved her hands in front of Tail's face again as her eyes had obviously wandered off of her friend. "Tails, we seriously need to fix this problem. Why don't you just talk to him?" "Talk? Talk to whom?" "Ryan, you prat!" Talia started talking in a frantic voice. "But I can't talk to him, he's like fifty times my hotness! Hello? Dre?"
Glazed over eyes indicated that Dreah went off into her own fantasies. "Oh great, what fifty percent of the male population is it this time?" Talia huffed. And with that she stomped off, obliviously forgetting her potions text on the table next to Dreah. But her friend didn't notice either, she just got up in a daze and "accidentally" following Draco out of the great hall and into the dungeons where she went to potions, and he to the Slytherin common room.
Talia heard her name being called as she whipped around and turned to see, well who else but Ryan? "You forgot your book" he said, holding it out to her. "Oh, errrr thanks" she squeaked, blushing. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked in a worried tone "Maybe you ought to go to the hospital wing" "No! I'm fine!" she assured him. "S-s-soo, are you tr-trying out for q-quidditch this year?" "Yeah, actually I am." He answered. "What position?" Talia inquired. "Chaser." He said. "Good, I'm also a chaser!" "Oh really, we should practice together sometime." "Oh, that would be great!" Talia exclaimed in excitement. Ryan glanced at his watch "Oh crud! I'm late for transfiguration! McGonaggle is going to kill me. Slowly, like a mouse." He said, shuddering. "Oh no! Snape! Oh great, detention for me this weekend!" Talia groaned in dislike. So they dashed their separate ways waiting for the next encounter.
Dreah: DRAT YOU, YOU NEW DIRECTOR! WE WANT CHRIS BACK!
Evil Ducky: It wasn't that bad .
Talia: You were stuffing your face full of popcorn, how would you know?
Dreah: Draco was sexy, sexy, sexy! And how I would love to ram that popcorn down your throat.
Evil Ducky: Backs away Enjoy the chapter! Nervous laugh
Chapter 7: obsession
Talia stared blankly into space as Dreah frantically waved her hand in front of her friend's face. "Talia!? Tails!? Who're you looking at? Your new fancy perhaps? TALIA TREVES!!!" Talia look up, startled. "Huh? Oh, hi Dreah. I didn't notice you were there." Dreah shook her head. "You have got it bad. So, who is he?" "Who's who?" Talia asked innocently. "Who were you staring at?" Dreah inquired. "I wasn't staring, I was just thinking!" Talia defended. "Yeah, and Flitwick doesn't wear a toupee."
"I was just staring- I mean glaring at that insufferable git!" Talia said. "Which one?" "Ryan Arnet." "Description?" Dreah asked, curiously. "The one with steely brown hair that catches the light so uniquely, magnificent ice blue eyes that melt you to the core, toned muscles and perfectly chiseled nose. Strutting around like he's a god. I can't stand him!" Talia said a tad mistily. Dreah rolled her eyes. "And I'm not in love with Draco. But who cares? Besides our fathers. And you're due for a boyfriend Tails." She pointed out. "But I'm engaged! I can't have a boyfriend!" "Yes, we all know that James is the epitome of male hotness. But sometimes we don't' get what we paid for. I don't know how to put this but he's a little bit lacking. Well, Brains!" Dreah exclaimed.
Dreah waved her hands in front of Tail's face again as her eyes had obviously wandered off of her friend. "Tails, we seriously need to fix this problem. Why don't you just talk to him?" "Talk? Talk to whom?" "Ryan, you prat!" Talia started talking in a frantic voice. "But I can't talk to him, he's like fifty times my hotness! Hello? Dre?"
Glazed over eyes indicated that Dreah went off into her own fantasies. "Oh great, what fifty percent of the male population is it this time?" Talia huffed. And with that she stomped off, obliviously forgetting her potions text on the table next to Dreah. But her friend didn't notice either, she just got up in a daze and "accidentally" following Draco out of the great hall and into the dungeons where she went to potions, and he to the Slytherin common room.
Talia heard her name being called as she whipped around and turned to see, well who else but Ryan? "You forgot your book" he said, holding it out to her. "Oh, errrr thanks" she squeaked, blushing. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked in a worried tone "Maybe you ought to go to the hospital wing" "No! I'm fine!" she assured him. "S-s-soo, are you tr-trying out for q-quidditch this year?" "Yeah, actually I am." He answered. "What position?" Talia inquired. "Chaser." He said. "Good, I'm also a chaser!" "Oh really, we should practice together sometime." "Oh, that would be great!" Talia exclaimed in excitement. Ryan glanced at his watch "Oh crud! I'm late for transfiguration! McGonaggle is going to kill me. Slowly, like a mouse." He said, shuddering. "Oh no! Snape! Oh great, detention for me this weekend!" Talia groaned in dislike. So they dashed their separate ways waiting for the next encounter.