Post by Samantha Snape on Sept 19, 2011 18:00:20 GMT -5
When the classroom door banged shut, Sam registered the presence of her fellow Slytherin. Ah, yes, Grant; one of the few people she might have called a friend, had she been closer to them. Turning out the ensuing lies - she did know the boy well enough to know he was a pathological liar - the redhead focused on minimizing her trembling. After all, she didn't need the whole bloody castle to know she had problems; the fact that her "friends" knew was bad enough. As the greyness cleared from her vision slightly, she watched Grant come across the room towards her out of the corner of her eye.
It was a testament to the fact that she trusted him - at least a little - that she didn't freeze him out with an icy glare when he touched her. Breathing deeply, her hand clenched tightly on the desk fro a moment, as a new wave of dizziness assaulted her. As it cleared, she answered him. Sam knew it was no question, but she gave a reply anyways. "I wouldn't mind at all, and no, I really don't care; though," she sneered a bit, as her grip released from the desk, her knuckles slowly gaining a bit of color once more (they had been white from her death grip).
"It's better than being paired with one of those lions, anyways..." There was a slight trace of arrogance under her neutral tone. "They're so damn stupid, the lot of them..." Only half a lie; she did think that of the Gryffindors, but she would grudgingly admit that some were smarter than the rest of the bunch... However, being that she was conversing with a fellow Slytherin, these was no way in Heaven, Hell, or anything of the like that she was going to admit to thinking such. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with her other hand, Sam posed her own question.
"So, do you have any idea what we're supposed to be doing, or should we just bullshit it?"
It was a testament to the fact that she trusted him - at least a little - that she didn't freeze him out with an icy glare when he touched her. Breathing deeply, her hand clenched tightly on the desk fro a moment, as a new wave of dizziness assaulted her. As it cleared, she answered him. Sam knew it was no question, but she gave a reply anyways. "I wouldn't mind at all, and no, I really don't care; though," she sneered a bit, as her grip released from the desk, her knuckles slowly gaining a bit of color once more (they had been white from her death grip).
"It's better than being paired with one of those lions, anyways..." There was a slight trace of arrogance under her neutral tone. "They're so damn stupid, the lot of them..." Only half a lie; she did think that of the Gryffindors, but she would grudgingly admit that some were smarter than the rest of the bunch... However, being that she was conversing with a fellow Slytherin, these was no way in Heaven, Hell, or anything of the like that she was going to admit to thinking such. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with her other hand, Sam posed her own question.
"So, do you have any idea what we're supposed to be doing, or should we just bullshit it?"
