Harry Potter RPG

[iminlovewithedwardcullen]

"No problem," said April.

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

“Look on the bright side...it could be a fashion statement.” Quait said with a face splitting smile.

 

[Sunshine]

"Why don't you start writing your will, Quait. Your family will be needing it soon." Isla snapped.

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

"Oh snappy," he taunted still grinning

 

[Sunshine]

"Well, I think I have a reason to be," she replied as the professor came in.

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

Quait quickly got up and walked to his desk.

 

[Sunshine]

The professor began to lecture, but Isla wasn't paying attention, she was too busy trying to get the dried ink out of her hair.

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

at one point the proffessor asked where Quaits ink was ans with a hiden smile he pointed at Isla

 

[Sunshine]

Isla glared at him. "He threw it at me," she said, sneering at him. "It was all over my robes and my hair." The professor sighed.

"Do you two need a detention? Isla, where is your ink?"

Isla glared. "He broke it, ma'am."

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

“only because she chucked the thing at me,” he protested trying hard not to smile

 

[Sunshine]

"He started it!" Isla protested.

"Detention," the professor snapped. "Both of you in my office after school! Now get out. Do not disturb my class again or you will be out for the rest of the year."

Isla huffed and picked up her bag and books. She left before Quait could even get up.

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

Quait bit his lip and hurried out of class. he started to laugh in the hall

 

[Sunshine]

"You jerk!" Isla whispered angrily. "You got us kicked out of class! It's all your fault."

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

“My fault?” he asked pointing to himself, “if you wouldn’t have thrown your ink at me you would still be sitting in there.”

 

[Sunshine]

"What was I supposed to do? Let you get away with chucking your bottle of ink at me? Fat chance."

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

“then don’t turn around and blame detention on me,” he scowled playfully, “take responsibility.”

 

[Sunshine]

"I'm going to the courtyard," she snapped, turning and heading up the stairs.

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

“the court yard is the other way,” he said pointing in the direction of the yard with a new smile spreading across his face.

 

[Sunshine]

She turned and glared. "I loathe you." Then she stomped off the other way, in the direction of the courtyard.

 

[~Grateful * Surrender~]

“I’m sorry I can’t help it,” he said with a chuckle, “I’m just a loathsome guy.”