Post by Micha Volkov on Nov 23, 2010 1:17:10 GMT -5
"Hey again."
And just like that, the class was ruined. Briefly, her mind worked overdrive, coming up with at least ten possible escape routes, but instead she steeled herself, swiveling her cold face his way. Her dark eyes met his dull green ones, searching for a reason as to why he had decided to sit beside her. Did he enjoy tormenting her, or was he really just too stupid to see she had no interest in him whatsoever?
"Whites," she greeted, no emotion in her tone, and narrowed her gaze. "Do you not have any other friends you could join?" That should be blunt enough to get her point across.
It seemed she was unlucky today, however, because it was then the door clicked shut and the Potions Mistress stood. Micha gritted her teeth; it seemed she would not be getting out of this so easy. Very well, she would make do with what she had. Just because she was to be paired up with Whites for the duration of the class did not mean she had to make any sort of conversation with him.
The Slytherin listened as the Professor explained their lesson, her neat brows furrowing slightly as the woman described what they would be making. One of them had to drink it, did they? Very well, it would not be her.
Micha fixed Whites with a commanding look, and her tone when she spoke next brooked no argument. "You will make and drink the potion, yes?" She did not trust him around her if she were to take it and be in any sort of state beside her normal. To be honest, she did not trust him at all. "I will make the antidote." He would not argue with her, if he knew what was best for him.
And just like that, the class was ruined. Briefly, her mind worked overdrive, coming up with at least ten possible escape routes, but instead she steeled herself, swiveling her cold face his way. Her dark eyes met his dull green ones, searching for a reason as to why he had decided to sit beside her. Did he enjoy tormenting her, or was he really just too stupid to see she had no interest in him whatsoever?
"Whites," she greeted, no emotion in her tone, and narrowed her gaze. "Do you not have any other friends you could join?" That should be blunt enough to get her point across.
It seemed she was unlucky today, however, because it was then the door clicked shut and the Potions Mistress stood. Micha gritted her teeth; it seemed she would not be getting out of this so easy. Very well, she would make do with what she had. Just because she was to be paired up with Whites for the duration of the class did not mean she had to make any sort of conversation with him.
The Slytherin listened as the Professor explained their lesson, her neat brows furrowing slightly as the woman described what they would be making. One of them had to drink it, did they? Very well, it would not be her.
Micha fixed Whites with a commanding look, and her tone when she spoke next brooked no argument. "You will make and drink the potion, yes?" She did not trust him around her if she were to take it and be in any sort of state beside her normal. To be honest, she did not trust him at all. "I will make the antidote." He would not argue with her, if he knew what was best for him.