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Rosiana Price · 01-29-2011, 03:04 AM

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Originally Posted by Deniiz

Whistling a tune he shouldn't even think of except for the times to make fun of West Ham United, Evan was walking to the courtyard with a football in his hand as he imagined he saw something that he hoped he hadn't seen in the hands of a fellow Slytherin. He halted at his spot, thought for a while, and then took a few steps back to the girl. Bending down, he stuck his neck out towards the book in her lap as he read the writer out loud: "Gilderoy Lockhart." A disgusted look appeared on his face. "Please don't tell me you are a fan girl too."

Not that the man was dead for... seventy? years. No. He knew you could fall in love with the legends--if you could call him a legend, of course--he was in fact a fan of big footballer Pelé. Nope, what disgusted him was that a Slytherin had such tastes to like him.

Because clearly he had been nothing more than a charlatan.

"Wow! Evan! Whoa!" Elle was surprised by the sudden disturb, which almost sent her sprawling to the ground.

Balancing herself on the ledge, she saw the displeasure on the Prefect's face as he read the book's author aloud.

Laughing a little, Elizabeth replied, "No, no Evan. I'm not like other silly girls. I just read his books for entertainment and reading calms me... Lockhart is a big fake, I know,"

Elle whispered to the fellow Slytherin to avoid other students from hearing her wicked comment. "I don't even get charmed by his looks.." She smiled, nodded and made a disgusted face too.

01-29-2011, 03:04 AM	#180 (permalink)
Rosiana Price Firecrab Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 971 Hogwarts RPG Name: Elizabeth Nyx Woods Third Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Deniiz Whistling a tune he shouldn't even think of except for the times to make fun of West Ham United, Evan was walking to the courtyard with a football in his hand as he imagined he saw something that he hoped he hadn't seen in the hands of a fellow Slytherin. He halted at his spot, thought for a while, and then took a few steps back to the girl. Bending down, he stuck his neck out towards the book in her lap as he read the writer out loud: "Gilderoy Lockhart." A disgusted look appeared on his face. "Please don't tell me you are a fan girl too." Not that the man was dead for... seventy? years. No. He knew you could fall in love with the legends--if you could call him a legend, of course--he was in fact a fan of big footballer Pelé. Nope, what disgusted him was that a Slytherin had such tastes to like him. Because clearly he had been nothing more than a charlatan. "Wow! Evan! Whoa!" Elle was surprised by the sudden disturb, which almost sent her sprawling to the ground. Balancing herself on the ledge, she saw the displeasure on the Prefect's face as he read the book's author aloud. Laughing a little, Elizabeth replied, "*No, no Evan. I'm not like other* silly girls. I just read his books for entertainment and reading calms me... Lockhart is a big fake, I know," Elle whispered to the fellow Slytherin to avoid other students from hearing her wicked comment. "I don't even get charmed by his looks..**" She smiled, nodded and made a disgusted face too. __________________