Post by Toshiya on May 12, 2008 6:16:31 GMT -5
(First post Teg-teg. And since MW screwed up deleting what I was originally going to post, I'm making like a jazz musician)
Pale fingers skimmed the spines of several books until stopping to pluck one out. The room was quite, as it should, and gave off a calming vibe. Almost soundlessly, the Slytherin opened the text and began scanning the pages. Shrugging, he rested it under his arm and approached the table where he was studying random topics that peaked his interest.
"Don't know why I picked up a copy of How to Charm a Witch," he muttered as he fingered the front cover. Sighing, the male both hoped and dreaded the fact that Teagan might just accept his invitation to meet him here.
After an hour passed, and all books were reshelved, Daisuke sat down in a large chair closing his eyes. "Please let her come," he whispered. "But do not let me get my ass handed to me again. And which ever god I'm talking to, let this conversation go and end well," he prayed under his breath.
Just give it up. She will never come. Nor would she ever fall for you, no matter how kind you are to her. And yet again, you managed to fuck things up by kissing Chelsea, And no matter how much he wanted to deny it, it was probably true too.
Looking toward the door, he noticed that no one had walked in or out in quite some time. Perhaps she isn't coming after all, he pondered as he rose to his feet, dusting off his blazer and black jeans. "Well there goes all my wishful thinking," he mused aloud.
Pale fingers skimmed the spines of several books until stopping to pluck one out. The room was quite, as it should, and gave off a calming vibe. Almost soundlessly, the Slytherin opened the text and began scanning the pages. Shrugging, he rested it under his arm and approached the table where he was studying random topics that peaked his interest.
"Don't know why I picked up a copy of How to Charm a Witch," he muttered as he fingered the front cover. Sighing, the male both hoped and dreaded the fact that Teagan might just accept his invitation to meet him here.
After an hour passed, and all books were reshelved, Daisuke sat down in a large chair closing his eyes. "Please let her come," he whispered. "But do not let me get my ass handed to me again. And which ever god I'm talking to, let this conversation go and end well," he prayed under his breath.
Just give it up. She will never come. Nor would she ever fall for you, no matter how kind you are to her. And yet again, you managed to fuck things up by kissing Chelsea, And no matter how much he wanted to deny it, it was probably true too.
Looking toward the door, he noticed that no one had walked in or out in quite some time. Perhaps she isn't coming after all, he pondered as he rose to his feet, dusting off his blazer and black jeans. "Well there goes all my wishful thinking," he mused aloud.