"Crabbe! Goyle!" I yelled, they were nowhere to be found. They had skipped skipping class. Stupid ninnies. Well, I might as well go to class too. I turned a corner, spotting a girl walking. This could be interesting. Picking up girls was my specialty, and breaking hearts was just a little… desert to my entrée, I suppose you could say. I didn't find girls to be all that special.
Love 'em . Leave 'em. Find another. A mantra I tried to live by, one that my father had taught me.
She was kind of short, with burgundy hair. Her glasses made her look quickly and cute. Was that a Slytherin robe as well?
I stayed behind her, watching her. She was fumbling with her books, perhaps looking for a map. She was probably only a first year, but I was a second year.
"Having trouble?" I spoke.
She seemed surprised that someone was walking with her. I knew it was alright when she smiled shyly. It was a cute smile, one that made her eyes twinkle.
"Oh yeah, I don't know where my class is." She mumbled.
She was so cute, she seemed so shy. I just merely smiled and walked around towards her. Letting my eyes observe her before looking down the hallway.
"What class?" Perhaps she would allow me to walk her there. Lay on the charm some.
"Herbology." She whispered.
"I know where that is, follow me." I walked on part her, she'd catch up. I know I'm a bit obnoxious at times, but the girls loved it. I glanced back at her, she was blushing some. That wasn't a surprise.
She had dark eyes though, thaws wonderful, I had loved dark eyes forever, especially her shad. I was expecting her to talk, but I guess she was too shy. Shy girls were alright, once you cracked the shells. I'd have to work hard with this one, but was it really worth it?
I heard her sigh and stopped walking. Of course she would be shy, she was a first year. Most first year girls were shy. I only remembered one girl who wasn't shy. Pansy, but she was a bit of a whore. Bleck!
Might as well end it now. "Just follow this hallway; it'll be on your left." I just smiled. Seems she wasn't all that into my suaveness, as I call it. My dad had always taught me to be a ladies' man rather than a little nerd that worried about school all the time.
"Thanks so much." That's all she said.
I just walked away; she didn't seem worth my time now. I should have gotten my name through. I turned back to look at her, but she was already gone. Maybe another time. I continued on to Transfiguration. I'd have to scold Crabbe and Goyle for not accompanying me to class, walking alone was so dumb.