Post by Sparky Cobalt on Aug 9, 2009 0:44:42 GMT -5
[ooc: Continued from 'Going Stag', so we don't clutter up dear Morgan's thread. Plus, we moved away, so it makes sense.]
"I would love to dance."
o.o
That wasn't Morgan's voice. No sir.
"H-huh?" He was startled, to say the least. Not only was it not Morgan's voice, but it was accepting his accidental(?) offer. This meant... He would have to dance.
A stranger spoke to Morgan, called her pretty. He supposed he could agree with that, but was that allowed? He was a professor, after all. And who was this boy? A Slytherin? Sparky didn't have any Slytherin friends.
...Then again, Sparky didn't have any friends.
Which, of course, made it even more odd, and now, the boy was holding his hands--he felt a blush rise, unbidden--and dragging him away from Morgan. Tyson? He didn't know a Tyson.
...Then again, Sparky didn't know anyone.
And then it hit him. That slight accent to his words... His demeanor, his pretty face.
Sparky spoke in a very hushed, urgent whisper. "O-.. Orca...?"
Though, he had just introduced himself as Tyson. Maybe he didn't want people to know who he was? Sparky already felt bad for saying 'Orca', now. Man, he was a jerk.
"I-I um I'm glad you came O-Tyson." Sparky glanced up at the mentioned brushed hair. It did look a lot neater than usual. Also, Orca was wearing clothes. Usually, when they hung out, he was dressed much more casually.
Like naked.
Just kidding.
"I, um, you look nice T-Tyson."
What was he supposed to do. He looked into Orca's face, eyes wide. Did they need to dance?
"I, um. I-I don't know how to dance."
Never did it cross his mind that now, not only was he suspiciously close to a student...
He was suspiciously close to a male student.
"I would love to dance."
o.o
That wasn't Morgan's voice. No sir.
"H-huh?" He was startled, to say the least. Not only was it not Morgan's voice, but it was accepting his accidental(?) offer. This meant... He would have to dance.
A stranger spoke to Morgan, called her pretty. He supposed he could agree with that, but was that allowed? He was a professor, after all. And who was this boy? A Slytherin? Sparky didn't have any Slytherin friends.
...Then again, Sparky didn't have any friends.
Which, of course, made it even more odd, and now, the boy was holding his hands--he felt a blush rise, unbidden--and dragging him away from Morgan. Tyson? He didn't know a Tyson.
...Then again, Sparky didn't know anyone.
And then it hit him. That slight accent to his words... His demeanor, his pretty face.
Sparky spoke in a very hushed, urgent whisper. "O-.. Orca...?"
Though, he had just introduced himself as Tyson. Maybe he didn't want people to know who he was? Sparky already felt bad for saying 'Orca', now. Man, he was a jerk.
"I-I um I'm glad you came O-Tyson." Sparky glanced up at the mentioned brushed hair. It did look a lot neater than usual. Also, Orca was wearing clothes. Usually, when they hung out, he was dressed much more casually.
Like naked.
Just kidding.
"I, um, you look nice T-Tyson."
What was he supposed to do. He looked into Orca's face, eyes wide. Did they need to dance?
"I, um. I-I don't know how to dance."
Never did it cross his mind that now, not only was he suspiciously close to a student...
He was suspiciously close to a male student.