Post by laurent dawlish on May 7, 2010 6:38:58 GMT
you ready for it ?
JUST HANG TIGHT AND BRACE YOURSELF FOR IMPACT.
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If being a seventh year had any perks, it was open class periods. Ever the under achiever, Laurent has chosen to only take the bare minimum of NEWT classes: potions, defense against the dark arts, transfiguration, charms, astronomy, and one or two others which weren’t interesting enough to name. He wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do after Hogwarts (which was a whole other issue in itself), so the head of house had encouraged him to just take the most general NEWTs in hopes that it would have him covered. But Laurent was only interested in one thing: quidditch. He’d always toyed with the idea of trying to go pro after Hogwarts, but the chances were next to nothing of him really making it. And for what? He’d adore the money, the fame. But he wasn’t thick, he knew one injury and it would all be over. His father wouldn’t stand for it either. In fact, his father had a whole other sort of future planned out for him, and it involved a new tattoo on his forearm and a black hood.
Laurent was much more preoccupied with the present day than his future, however. And his present day involved gearing up for a new quidditch match and keeping all his current flings straight. Well, except for one. One that wasn’t a fling yet. But she was there. Oh yes, she was always there. Glances in the great hall became annoyingly necessary on the daily. You see, Laurent wasn’t interested in a relationship. In his opinion they just tied you down. Emotions were messy and he didn’t at all fancy getting involved with them. It was a load of rubbish. But still. He knew her name. He knew where she sat at breakfast. He didn’t mean to, one just noticed these things after awhile. It was probably pretty creepy, even for his standards. Not that anyone knew this—not even his best mates. This one he kept entirely to himself.
The fact that she had a boyfriend wasn’t even a consideration in Laurent’s book. He never considered things like that. He grew up getting almost anything he wanted, and it was the same with girls. Boyfriends really were just another obstacle that had to be dealt with. And they always were, and in a very timely fashion.
But all of this is rather beside the point. Laurent had spent his free period out on the empty pitch sort of puttering around on his broom, not really doing much, generally enjoying the morning, despite the freezing temperatures. January wasn’t the most desirable month for flying, but it didn’t phase him too much. He was outfitted in his quidditch robes and a few extra layers underneath for additional warmth. It had calmed him down considerably, he’d been a bit stressed out with coursework as of late, and it had been the perfect solution. However he had potions in just under half an hour and had to drop by his dorm to gather his supplies. Thus we found Laurent lazily flying back towards the castle the long route, which included a scenic trip by the lake . . . and her?
That was very, very convenient. Hmm. Laurent couldn’t help but let a victorious little smirk slip onto his lips as he ran a hand through his messy brown hair in an attempt to smooth it down, but considering he was flying, this wasn’t at all successful. Steering his broom toward the girl, who he assumed was on passing period between classes, he took great enjoyment in the fact that she was alone. This would be fun. And perhaps he could rid himself of this ridiculous obsession. It needed to go away. Stat.
He landed a few feet in front of her, stepping off his broom in an overly gallant fashion, cutting off any way of escape. Plus, he was in possession a broom, which made any dashing off sort of pointless. He’d be faster.
“Why, hello there. I don’t believe we’ve met.” He drawled, his smirk transfiguring itself into something of a smile. A smile that was up to nothing good. This wasn’t creepy at all. No. Good job Laurent.
