dawdling in the dungeons [open]

[christopher fredric weasley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #33CCCC;] Chris was tired. That was somewhat of an understatement, Chris was falling asleep, this was bad because currently he was in a lesson. Somehow though he managed to stay awake through the entire thing, mainly thanks to the person sitting next to him who would keep nudging him to keep himself awake. Chris had stayed up the night before just talking to his room-mates, playing wizard chess and just generally getting distracted. He looked such a mess and he knew it but he'd gotten dressed in a rush. The lesson ended and he sped out back to his dorm. After having a little lie down and falling to sleep for a little bit, he decided he should probably make himself a little bit more presentable. He took off the clothes he'd just thrown on in the morning and began to look through his stuff in just his underwear. Chris was feeling that today was going to be a green day, by that he meant he was going to wear green because he was already wearing green underwear and why the hell not just match everything. He grabbed a green hoody that must have belonged to one of his roomies and a watch that was also not his and also some sunglasses that he thought was his but wasnt entirely sure. Then he realised he'd look silly if everything was green so he grabbed a black t-shirt and just some jeans, his trainers were green but that was just coincidence. After putting all his clothes on and checking himself out in the mirror for a while sorting out his hair and rubbing his chin reminding himself that he should probably shave the next chance he gets. Now he was ready to go, but he wasn't even sure what he was going to do,he hadn't thought that far ahead, he'd just improvise like he did most days. Chris headed out the dorms and then began to wander about the dungeons. He knew them well by now but he still had no idea where to go. So he'd decided he'd go to one of the less crowded area of the dungeons where usually people were just trying to get away or first years had got lost. Chris wasnt sure who he was going to run into, whether it would be a first year who was completely lost he could help get back to somewhere more familiar or someone who was trying to get away from everyone he could annoy. He wasnt even sure what he was hoping it would be he just hoped it would entertain him for a while. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] Run your fingers through my soul~

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[jaslene guinevere malfoy]

Time was never something the girl was good at guessing, indeed she only recognised three main distinctions of morning, afternoon and night. They were easier to guess than 2-4 o'clock or whether it was late morning or early afternoon, she guessed the art of telling the time would be considerably easy if she owned a watch. But a watch wasn't easily matched to most of her outfits, she preferred an overall much more feminine appearance and watches, however pink or girl-like, didn't add to this effect. As such, she generally relied on basic estimations, or glancing at the boy next to her in order to read the time from his wrist. There was nobody around at this moment, however, leaving her pretty confused as to what time it might be, although finding the corridors to be reasonably empty led her to jump to conclusions that it was probably late. Was it really that time already? She frowned, not wanting to believe that she was potentially breaking school rules, but not even intentionally. If school rules were broken, one should definitely be doing it on purpose, rather than due to a lack of personal time-keeping. That excuse was not only pathetic but rather unbelievable also. Maybe she should think about finding a watch.

Her footsteps led her towards the dungeons, thinking it was potentially a good idea to get back to the comfort of her warm bed, before she noticed another person's shadow cast across the stone floor, causing her to frown in puzzlement. Didn't she know this person? They seemed to have a familiar shape, if that was even possible to recognise a person's shape in the light of the dimly lit dungeons. She tilted her head, curious about her faint memory of this particular shadow, turning the corner abruptly, catching herself inches away from running into the other person. Ah, she had indeed recognised him, how could she fail to recognise him? She'd known him more than she dare to admit and for too long to ignore the familiarity that had crept into her suspcions only a few seconds previously. "What are you doing here?" she hissed in his direction, rolling her eyes in disbelief. "And why are you dressed in such a colour-coordinated outfit?" The second of these questions disturbed her more, since when had he started paying so much attention to his clothing? Or had she just never noticed as clearly as it seemed today? She gave his green and black outfit another glance, considering it a second time, as though she'd only just taken it all in.

Allowing herself a few steps back, so that she wasn't so close to his body, she relaxed a little, comforted by his presence. "Out for a walk in the moonlight, were you, Christopher?" She grinned, her eyes challenging him to come up with an excellent reason for his wanderings down the dungeon corridors, with no regard for other people that might crash into him as a result. "You should consider yourself incredibly lucky I have excellent control over my actions, or you might have ended up on the ground, such a shame." A teasing tone crept into her voice, her eyes meeting his. Noticing that he was wearing that much coveted revelation of the time, she moved closer once more, moving his hand so that she could get a better view before removing her grasp. A small amount of confusion then passed her, as she remembered various times in his company without that watch being present alongside them. "Where did that come from?" she indicated towards his wrist, realising that she might have asked the most questions inside a few minutes that he'd ever seen. She shrugged it off quickly, over the years, she'd always been as questioning and curious about understanding everything in the world, he'd be lacking a memory if he stared at her as though she was somehow a little weird for piling up so many queries.

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[christopher fredric weasley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #33CCCC;] Chris was off in his own little world, humming a song in his head, he wasnt even sure what song it was he might have just made up the tune himself. Either way he was completely zoned out and was just going wherever it was his feet were taking him. This kind of traveling was used by Chris a lot, he liked to think fate would lead him to wherever he was supposed to be. Chris was also not even sure if he actually believed in fate, sometimes things happened for absolutely no reason whatsoever so that kind of ruined the fate theory. Chris mindlessly turned a corner and then jumped back slightly as he came face to face with Jaslene. It had made him jump, simply because of the closeness they'd almost got to walking into each other and partly because Chris was just in another world and was suddenly snapped back to reality. "I'm walking, it's not illegal to walk" he told her rolling his eyes at the sudden question and then rolling them again at the next one. "I like the colour green?" he told her with a shrug "I'm going to try yellow next i think" he was joking about that but thinking about it, he rarely did wear yellow so maybe he'd give it a try. Chris hadnt actually noticed the time, he'd been too preoccupied with everything else, he probably should have at least glimpsed at the watch whilst putting it on but it didnt even cross his mind.He'd wander around the school at all sorts of times anyway, he was pretty good at not getting caught by teachers when it was past curfew. "Yes, yes i was" Christopher told her simply with a nod, he actually had no reason for being in the dungeons simply walking about so he may as well just steal that reason. "I know you've always had feelings for me, but pushing me to the ground just to have your way is a bit extreme" he joked turning her words back on her and sticking his tongue out at her too which was probably childish but they'd do it to each other a lot, it was hard to think of a time when one of them hadnt teased the other and stuck their tongue out. Chris rolled his eyes one more time when she began to look at his watch and then ask him where it had come from, Jas always wanted to know absolutely everything about everything when it came to him, he figured it was because she didnt want to miss out on something, she'd also use him to do a variety of things for her, finding out the time though was probably a new one. "I dunno, i found it in my dorm" he told her honestly "You can have it if you want" he added with a shrug, he wasnt going to use it much so he may as well give it to someone who would. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] Run your fingers through my soul~

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[jaslene guinevere malfoy]

From his reaction, Jaslene was certain that the boy had not been expecting any company, least of all hers. She probably could have identified the exact moment that he found himself focussing on reality, as opposed to whatever it was that he had been daydreaming about a few seconds before. Of course, this observation only added to her rather over-eager curious nature, wanting to know what it was that had demanded his attention, something interesting no doubt. But then again, it was Chris, did she really want to risk finding out something she regretted asking about? Maybe she'd save that question for later or another day when he didn't have time to tell her the blunt truth, or had to invent a thoroughly more entertaining tale as an answer to the question. She folded her arms, glancing in his direction and raising an eyebrow at his first statement. "That's what you're going with?" She repeated, unable to process fully his excuse for being out in the corridors at this time of evening. "You were walking, because it's not illegal? Do you engage in other activities merely because it's legal to do them?" She probably should have given that question a little more thought in her phrasing, because when he found a loophole or small weakness in her arguments, he'd tear them down. It was a sign of their long friendship that she didn't immediately feel the need to kick him, hard, when he did this.

At his grin about wearing different colours, she stared at him for a few moments before shaking her head, as though indicating that this was beyond a terrible idea and now bordering on insanity. "Please don't start dressing in bright yellow clothing, I don't wish to be known for associating with people who look like sunflowers." She paused, considering his comment once more, shaking her head another time for confirmation of this terrible crime yet to be committed. "You might blind somebody." It was a rare and special person indeed, at least according to her opinions, whom could get away with dressing in shades of yellow, since the colour was nothing less than striking. "Green looks halfway decent upon you, I think it's meshing well with your big-headed Slytherin attitude?" The suggestion was phrased as though she meant it entirely naively and innocently, although with a small infliction of sarcasm evident in her tone, if one paid enough attention to her words. This way, she was able to test him for how much attention he was giving her, but also potentially allowing her to quietly tease him, with a grin upon her face.

Ignoring his method of justifying his late night wandering, which appeared to be mostly using a large amount of sarcasm while agreeing with her questions, she rolled her eyes, not wanting him to feel that he was more suited to that expression than her. "Oh, such deep feelings. Feelings like punching you in the face, on occasion. It does take considerable effort to keep them under control." Her eyes fell to the watch upon his arm again, not leaving this object until he made her the offer of keeping the said object. She instantly laughed, as though he'd just offered her the ownership of his last chewed piece of gum, rather than something which was considerably more useful. "I can't take that watch, it's a man's watch. It'd be horrendous with my outfits, even with the school uniform. Besides, you fail to mention which roommate gave you the watch, I could end up with any number of nasty diseases as a result of sharing their possessions." It was only a watch, after all, she decided and she was far more concerned about the bacteria she could be collecting from the floor of a boy's dormitory rather than thinking of all the time she'd be saving through owning such a watch. Overall, she'd much rather risk missing a lesson than taking something that could be crawling with bacteria.

[christopher fredric weasley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #33CCCC;] Chris nodded "yeah that's what i'm going with" he told her with a smirk. Instantly Chris managed to find a weakness in the way she had worded what she said, he always would one way or another. "Yes i do, i often like to talk, sleep, eat and many other things all of which are legal" he told her with a small smile acting as innocent as possible which was clearly an act, both of them knew Chris well enough to see right through it but he'd do it anyway just to annoy her a little bit more. Chris rolled his eyes at her comment about him wearing yellow and made a mental note to make sure to wear something yellow soon and try and find her. "That'd be a story to tell the grandchildren, one time i walked into a room and my mere presence blinded a man"he said then quickly added "my grandchildren.. that i have with someone i am yet to meet.. or your grandchildren that you'll have with some snobby guy who probably wont like me because of our vast differences" he added that bit simply so Jaslene didnt think he was planning anything with the two of them having the same grandchildren, that would have been too awkward to explain his way out of. Chris knew she was being sarcastic but wasnt going to give her the satisfaction of him getting annoyed "Thanks, you should try wearing more green" he said smiling playing the role of a completely innocent person when in his mind he was thinking Oh snap, she got owned, i just turned her own insult on her. "You only want to punch me in the face, on occasion. Jas, you're really growing fond of me" he joked with a small laugh, he knew she wouldnt punch him in the face, simply because he'd never do anything that bad where he'd deserve a punch in the face, she'd punch him in the torso and the arms a lot though. Chris rolled his eyes as she said she couldnt take the watch, she was such a typical girl worrying about what it would go with and if it had germs on it or something. He'd just mindlessly picked it up and put it on, he hadnt worried about it for a second and he wasnt going to either. "Fine, suit yourself i'll keep it" he told her with a small nod. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] Run your fingers through my soul~

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[jaslene guinevere malfoy]

He had a talent, even she had to admit it, although privately as opposed to to his face. She wouldn't want his ego to swell to a more unmanagable size, that was, if you believed her version of events as opposed to his - which portrayed her as having a much bigger sense of vanity and confidence in herself. She clearly did not agree with his version of events. But even if she didn't want to say so, she couldn't pretend in her head that she didn't secretly admire his ability to twist anything the other person said back against them, of course most of the time it was stupid and downright infuriating, but always hidden at the back of her head was this vague amusement at his ability to continue an argument so effectively. Damn that boy. "You're so irritating when you want to be," she commented, shaking her head, but unable to stop a temporary smirk appearing on her face. "Fine, I'll believe your excuse about wandering merely because you apparently now wish to deliberately spend your nights doing legal things." Mostly, she did it because she knew he wouldn't let her win that particular line through continued debate, he'd just act as he was until he got his own way and she threw her hands up in the air, scoffing wildly. "The question is why you're now so inclined to choose legal activities?" She raised an eyebrow in question, "I know from experience that you spend your life wandering in and out of trouble."

Did he just take her eye roll? Eye rolling was her thing which conveyed exasperation at her company's actions or words, something that she did far more frequently when around this boy than in any other aspect of her life. "What woman would bear your children? She'd have to be mentally questionable, your family breed like rabbits." She stuck her tongue out childishly, enjoying the moment to tease him slightly, although rather immature. It was again another action that she only usually did around her friend, one that reminded her instantly of those many hours at her house spent together. "I'm not particularly bothered about you blinding certain people, but I will always oppose your decision to wear bright yellow. It's not a nice colour on anyone." What the hell was he ranting about now? This sudden burst into explanation, as though she would misinterpret his sentiments was almost ludricrous, but also rather amusing to watch him stutter through. "Is that because of our differences or because of the differences between you and my very unappealing-sounding husband?" She couldn't help but fall silent for a few seconds, considering his expression and asking herself the question she couldn't stop herself asking. Did he honestly believe she was going to fall for a rich snobby boy?

"You're very proud of that insult, aren't you, Christopher?" As if she needed an answer, the expression on his face was enough to confirm that ten times over, causing her to roll her eyes and fold her arms. Surveying his face, she grinned unintentionally, waiting for him to give what she deemed an adequate explanation for his uncontrollable smugness. "It's true I look good in green, but black is my style of choice. Blues perhaps?" She wasn't really searching for a response from him, since she was far too self-assured when it came to her appearance to wonder what he thought of her body in outfits. Besides, to take advice from Chris over her apparel? That would suggest either that she had an interest in impressing him with her clothing choices or that she wanted to impress somebody different altogether. Both of these could not be any more inaccurate assumptions. "Well, fortunately for you, I'm not overly violent. I'm the peacekeeper in my family. But, on the other hand, it is so tempting to hit you on occasion when you're being highly inappropriate with your glances at innocent and unsuspecting girls." It had never occured to her how different their preferences in sexual attraction until that moment, the moment that he started talking about their married lives causing her to think. "Aren't you lucky to have such a positive and generous influence in your life as myself?" Smirking once again, she felt rather satisfied, waiting for another indignant and fast answer from the Slytherin.

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[christopher fredric weasley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #33CCCC;] Chris let out a small laugh as she called him irritating. ”Thanks, you’re fairly annoying yourself” he told her with a small smirk forming on his face, he loved annoying Jas, ever since he was little it had always been one of his favourite things to do and he was sure it would still amuse him for years to come. ”I’ve always spent my night’s doing legal things, i have never broken a single law” he lied, he’d broken a few but what people dont know cant hurt them or at least as far as Chris was concerned. ”I don’t intend to wander in and out of trouble.. i’m a Weasley, trouble stalks me” he told her with a small nod, he had always had trouble just around the corner, mostly it was his fault but sometimes he felt he was not to blame and that fate just had it out for him, not that he really beleived in fate. Chris stole Jas’ eye roll once again and used it against her. ”You cant even let me have my imaginary future wife can you? There has to be some sort of problem with her” Chris said with a small sigh. He was just messing with her, he wasnt sure what the future was going to bring and he didnt want to know, not knowing was a large part of the mystery of what makes the future interesting, if he did know what was going to happen it would all be completely boring. ”I can look good in anything” he told her realising how big headed it sounded only after. ”Would you prefer you’re future husband to be like me?” Chris rhetorically asked, he knew she’d say no, he’d always pictured her with someone rich that could give her everything she’d ever want, nothing like himself, if he was with someone they’d have to try and get used to not having much or hope that Chris can run his father’s buisness well and make a crap ton of money. ”I’m proud of all my work” Chris states sticking his toungue out at her, yes Chris was childish and he was proud of it, it was fun and he wouldnt have himself any other way. ”Black is sexy” he stated with a small nod ”And red.. but not bright red, i like to be able to see” his mind thinking of more like formal dresses than everyday casual wear but how his mind works is something he himself isnt really sure on. ”No girl’s innocent, they’re all crazy” Chris stated as if it was fact and as simple as that. Chris knew exactly what Jas was expecting from her next statement, she was expecting some sort of comeback, now Chris was always one to support the unsuspected so he smiled and said ”Yeah, Thanks” then he forced a hug onto her, yeah she wouldnt have been expecting that. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] Run your fingers through my soul~

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[jaslene guinevere malfoy]

As weird as it might have sounded, Jaslene appreciated the sound of Chris' arguments and insults towards her, along with that of his laugh, because it reminded her instantly of the long-term connection they had always shared. It reminded her of how difficult he had always been to deal with even as a young boy, throughout their entire childhood. Of course she couldn't just tell him that, because it'd be weird and too over-emotional for her, even if she was the far more emotional of the two, she just expected him to know what he meant to her and the same seemed to apply to him. Her mouth formed the shape of a small gasp of surprise at his word, as though he had somehow managed to offend her terribly, "I am most certainly not annoying, Christoloser. You're addressing that to the wrong person again when you must be thinking of yourself." She sensed immediately that this exchange of potentially hurtful insults, if he was saying it to anyone else, was amusing him entirely. Hearing his claims of innocent and legal activities, she allowed herself a small scoff, shaking her head, a smirk returning to her face as she considered him. "You're talking to me, when I am ever going to believe in your continued innocence? Like I said, you're nearly always involved in trouble." The fact that he would even expect her to naively believe that he hadn't done anything wrong ever was far more amusing to her.

She stared at him, contemplating this ridiculous gesture once more, permitting herself another shake of the head as though she was personally very disappointed in him for stealing what she considered to be 'hers.' "That is my facial expression!" she demanded suddenly, sticking her tongue out at him, almost unconsciously following his current level of maturity. "Stop copying me and get your own. Something like the Weasley wink." She wasn't particularly fond of that idea as soon as she'd suggested it, imagining how much more annoying he could be with a facial gesture like that, hoping he'd think of adopting his own, instead of the one she'd randomly proposed. "I let you have a future wife, I just implied that her mental state might not be the usual." Grinning, she pushed back a piece of her blonde hair, before she took the time to adjust to the idea of winning this argument. It was a such a sweet sense of satisfaction. However, she hadn't anticipated his comment that came afterwards, making her eyes widen as a result, completely unexpecting that response. "You're going to marry me?" she asked, glancing at his face, as though she was going to see a sign of him joking. "There is honestly no way that would ever be allowed to happen. The world couldn't bear it."

Patting him on the shoulder, Jas found herself grinning once more. "Someone has to be proud of you, I suppose." Was he just determined to copy every little move she made today? It apparently seemed that way. Rolling her eyes at the fact that they'd descended into something so childish, she nodded. "Black is black though. It's not that exciting. I see you have some interesting double standards there, with you being allowed to blind people with yellow but they not being allowed to do the same in red." Jaslene considered his argument, finding multiple flaws in the opinions he held, involving rules that only applied to him and the rules that applied to everyone else. "This is exactly how you always end up in trouble," she reminded him. "But also because you don't accept that there are hundreds of girls around you that are innocent and you're probably corrupting them daily. I, on the other hand, remain uncorruptible." A bold statement to make, but she believed firmly in what she was arguing, or at least, she was conveying a statement that she found it important that he believe. Of everything she had expected, he'd managed to outwit her again in the unexpected by launching himself at her with a considerable hug, making her eyes widen for the second time. "That was entirely unfair," she stated simply, crossing her arms over her chest.

[christopher fredric weasley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #33CCCC;] One of Chris' favorite things to do was to argue with Jas, that didn't sound like a good thing but honestly it was how he and Jas bonded. IT was kind of weird it was like instead of hugging and telling each other how much they actually cared, she'd hit him and he'd annoy her. It wasn't how most people would do it but heck, it was working out for them. "You do realize you're essentially just saying 'I know you are but what am i?'" Chris pointed out then added "It's like arguing with a five year old". "Trouble just finds me." Chris states simply, completely ditching any attempt to prove his innocence, even if he worked for a charity for the rest of his life he was pretty sure Jas would never see him as innocent. Chris then listed to what Jas had to say about stealing her facial expressions and a smirk formed upon his face, she was going to regret she'd ever said those words. Chris didn't even say a thing in response he just remained smirking and sent a wink in her direction. "My future wife's mental state will be perfectly fine" Chris stated, not really being able to come up with much else to say but that. Chris was suddenly taken back a little bit, he didn't mean he wanted to marry Jas, the thought of that was weird, he could see himself living with her and growing old toether with her, the weird parts were more the kissing and then having kids together. "Maybe if i'm like forty something and still single.. but other than that i have no interest in marrying you" Chris stated, he did need some sort of back up plan to stop himself dying alone. "It's fine when i'm blinding people, it's not fine when they're blinding me, simple" Chris told her, he did have double standards, he had double standards for most things. "There is no such thing as an innocent girl" Chris joked adding "They're all devil spawn" not that it would stop him flirting with them or in Jas' case, randomly hugging them. "You think that was unfair? You aint seen nothing yet" [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] Run your fingers through my soul~

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[jaslene guinevere malfoy]

Still keeping her arms folded, she raised an eyebrow at his behaviour as though frowning upon it due to its unacceptable fit into their conversation. However, this was really because she felt herself failing to make a good point – he'd done the same thing he always managed to do and turn her logical sentences into something that didn't work as well as she'd intended. Clearly she needed to think through her words much more carefully around him, to avoid him being able to revert to this familiar format of breaking down her phrases and finding fault within them. Of course she was still entirely permitted to do the same to him but this was due to something that they shared in common – neither was willing to let the other have the last word. If Chris got the last word, he'd win. To let the other person have the last word in the argument was to admit defeat, something she could not do. She was far too proud and competitive to let him win too many arguments. She continued to frown, as though doubting his mental state to a degree before she could avoid the temptation no longer and found herself predictably reacting to his comments. ”My response did not form a comment anything like that immature one!” she protested, although both of them instantly knowing he was right in this aspect. She attempted to maintain her doubtful expression, trying to prevent the grin that was creeping onto her face from admitting that he'd made a very good observation. Despite her constant composure, there was no hiding that Jaslene was secretly impressed with her best friend's logical response.

Fighting back this urge to laugh at his complaints about her input into the conversation, she shook her head, somewhat amused but retaining her usual face of contentedness, surveying his expression in turn. There was little space for speculation over which one of them was most often the immature one in their friendship – it was obviously him. How often did she lose her inhibitions? Rarely unless one counted the occasions where she attended parties and became slightly more drunk and less wise than she would like to admit to. Admitting her weaknesses wasn't something she liked to think about, perhaps not a strange position to take at all – many people chose not to broadcast their flaws and make sure to hide them from public view. In this sense the Slytherin girl might have taken it somewhat further than most, except those individuals who were arrogant enough to match her intentions concerning her weaknesses. She simply pretended that she did not have these for the simple reason that witnessing any of these made her look ridiculous. ”Let's repeat your criticism. You're complaining that I act like a child?” Jaslene instantly scoffed, thoroughly entertained by the suggestion that Chris was far more adult in his behaviour or thinking processes than her.

Once again her amused scoff returned, having just replayed his statement of his “innocence” within the circumstances of constantly finding himself in trouble, was she supposed to humour him here? Mostly he seemed to make broad claims or deny such claims to protest his lack of guilt in such situations but on single days he seemed to expect her to consider that he wasn't responsible for this long list of actions. ”Since we've established you're like a child, rather than myself, I'd say it's nearly always your fault. You attract situations where you can cause trouble for yourself and several others.” It was possible, she contemplated, that he was merely unlucky in walking towards situations that most people would know to avoid, but then when had he ever done what the majority of sensible students would do? ”It's a miracle that I frequently manage to appeal my association in these times of upset or I'd end up suffering for your crimes much more.” Apparently she worked the image of cluelessness at her friend's actions to the extent that she experienced rare consequences for being too closely linked to him, which could only be a good thing. ”Trouble doesn't seem to find other people as much for something that you claim actively pursues you.”

The topic of marriage was not a hugely welcome one of many reasons but she was distracted by his numerous indications that he would marry her at some point in their later life causing her to pause, hesitating for sheer surprise at his sudden revelations. It wasn't until he confirmed as she thought also that they would not suit each other as a partner, let alone a spouse, that she began to recover her composure once more, indefinitely relieved by his similar pattern of thought. If she ever wanted to get married, she could not see herself marrying Chris, she wanted a partner that was different from him and was much more agreeable in terms of attraction.

There were many times within a conversation with this boy that made no sense whatsoever and she noticed that this qualified as one of those times, she would get nowhere by attempting to convince him that he was wrong in not permitting people to do things that he was perfectly satisfied to do himself. Here, she felt it was just better to roll her eyes and let him happily pursue the absurd behaviour in his own time instead of bringing herself into an argument that would quickly descend into stupidity. Her companion was incredibly skilled at reducing what was once a logical and coherent debate into a conversation where lots of different things were still being said but not all entirely relevant or even making much sense. But, she did take the opportunity in this silence falling temporarily between the two of them to address another of his clearly insane opinions about her gender, rolling her eyes as she smirked. ”There are many innocent girls, men just ruin this image as soon as possible. I could find you several innocent girls within our year within a couple of hours.” Oh, why did she suddenly say that? She should have paid closer attention to what her mouth was saying, for finding that she'd now responded with what seemed to be a challenge set on her behalf. ”The point being that you're wrong and I'm right. Of course we knew that already because that's what always happens.” She grinned, unable to stop herself now, maintaining her small inflection of arrogance into her tone as she gazed across at him.

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[christopher fredric weasley]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #33CCCC;] To Chris this wasn't about winning an argument, this was all about annoying Jas, he loved to do it, it was like an art form, he would always be able to twist her words. It was like a verbal dance and he was great at it. "Awhh, poor ickle Jas got found out, gonna have a strop?" he said treating her as if she actually was a little kid, as far as he was concerned he was winning this time and he was going to enjoy basking in the glory of the victory that was within his grasp. Chris nodded confirming what Jas was saying he knew this was intended as a jab at him calling him immaure but he'd thought of that already "You know i'm the immature one.. i may be the superior of us both but acting like me is sad, your trying way too hard" he told her rather smug with himself now he had made it so he was accusing her of wanting to be like him, that meant she had to avoid doing anything similar to something he would do, which is a lot especially in an argument as he was the immature, carefree one, she was supposed to be the one who kept her composure and was polite and proper. "But trouble is what i do" he told her, ok he did get himself into trouble a lot he wanst innocent, but trouble was fun, it was exciting, the punishments were at the point of not being that bad.. especially if it was a female teacher he was spending detention with, which usually ends with him in more trouble. Maybe i do get into too much trouble he thought for a moment then just dismissed the thought, it was fun and he had no cares in the world. This is how he liked to live. "Well.. if trouble was a person.. it would certainly be lusting after some Chris" he said simply with a shrug deciding that pretty much sums up everything then he quickly added "i do flirt with it though" Now Chris wasn't paying too much attention at this point, mainly because he got distracted in thoughts of girls and trouble but he did notice that Jas had pretty much just challenged herself, it just needed three words from him. "Go on then" he smirked, this would be interesting, she'd point out the innocent girls and he could.. prove their innocence. "That's what always happens, i remember differently." Chris stated, he won most of the time because he'd always annoy her to the point of her storming up or just giving up, when it came to annoying her his patience knows no bound. He also let her win a few though, simply because he was feeling bad for her and no other reason what so ever, really, honestly, ok maybe not completely. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] Run your fingers through my soul~

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