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Hermione_loves_Ron · 08-24-2008, 04:52 AM

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Originally Posted by Harmonizer

Samson had no idea what he was doing here. This was a Quidditch Party. He didn't do Quidditch. Whatever or whoever pushed him into attending this pointless get together must've been pretty convincing to get him here. Who did force him to come? Huh. He had forgotten already.

Scanning the room with narrowed eyes, he searched for a familiar face. It was weird to once again be in the company of girls. Ever since day 1, he was more than delighted to be separated from the girls. But, much as he didn't want to admit it, he kind of missed them. He reasoned that it was simply because the boys were more boring than he had originally hoped. Yes, that was it. It wasn't because he actually already liked girls. In fact, separating from them was like coming back home - minus his mother and sister, of course.

Eh, his mind was dragging again. He knew he shouldn't have come! It was boring around here! As he let out a yawn, he plopped down on a chair by a nearby table and continued to look around.

Well, well.

A little movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. That all-too familiar female face, moving away from a table, alone. Sam fought with himself as to whether he should approach her or not. The first choice prevailed (and he told himself that it was just because Issy was a good friend and he almost kind of missed her). Walking over behind her, he leaned in and muttered a quiet hello. He smiled very slightly then as he put his hands in his pockets.

A small movement caught Issy's attention and her head turend to catch sight of the very person she'd forced her thoughts about to cease. There stood Samson, not so far off, nearing her and she felt her breath catch in her throat, the very manner of the dreams or memories that she just couldn't place a finger upon.

Memories, she decided, as her throat constricted and stomach flipped uneasily.

Memory had forgotten just how beautiful he was. Somehow, his eyes had seemed so much more subdued in her mind and the way his hair fell into his eyes seemed more... she didn't know what it was but the intense need to stand on her toes and push back his fringe threatened her.

As was typical Samon fashion, his greeting was breif, nearly fleeting and it was all she could do to ignore the twitch in her knees to spring at him and hug him. But then she remembered, so suddenly, that he'd never written her back and he hadn't visited her in Hogsmeade like Gavin and felt the strangest mix of missing him and anger.

"Samson," she greeted him, nodding her head shortly. There was no way she'd make this easy. Why should she go jumping all over a boy who hadn't even cared to visit her or write her? Was she so annoying that he was truly HAPPY to have been rid of her?

"Was I in your way?"

08-24-2008, 04:52 AM	#157 (permalink)
Hermione_loves_Ron Hungarian Horntail Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City Posts: 69,656 Hogwarts RPG Name: November {Noe} Franze First Year	Brain Twin \| MASTAH ASHURRII \| Reisdent PokeNerd \| Digifangirl Quote: Originally Posted by Harmonizer Samson had no idea what he was doing here. This was a Quidditch Party. He didn't do Quidditch. Whatever or whoever pushed him into attending this pointless get together must've been pretty convincing to get him here. Who did force him to come? Huh. He had forgotten already. Scanning the room with narrowed eyes, he searched for a familiar face. It was weird to once again be in the company of girls. Ever since day 1, he was more than delighted to be separated from the girls. But, much as he didn't want to admit it, he kind of missed them. He reasoned that it was simply because the boys were more boring than he had originally hoped. Yes, that was it. It wasn't because he actually already liked girls. In fact, separating from them was like coming back home - minus his mother and sister, of course. Eh, his mind was dragging again. He knew he shouldn't have come! It was boring around here! As he let out a yawn, he plopped down on a chair by a nearby table and continued to look around. Well, well. A little movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. That all-too familiar female face, moving away from a table, alone. Sam fought with himself as to whether he should approach her or not. The first choice prevailed (and he told himself that it was just because Issy was a good friend and he almost kind of missed her). Walking over behind her, he leaned in and muttered a quiet hello. He smiled very slightly then as he put his hands in his pockets. A small movement caught Issy's attention and her head turend to catch sight of the very person she'd forced her thoughts about to cease. There stood Samson, not so far off, nearing her and she felt her breath catch in her throat, the very manner of the dreams or memories that she just couldn't place a finger upon. Memories, she decided, as her throat constricted and stomach flipped uneasily. Memory had forgotten just how beautiful he was. Somehow, his eyes had seemed so much more subdued in her mind and the way his hair fell into his eyes seemed more... she didn't know what it was but the intense need to stand on her toes and push back his fringe threatened her. As was typical Samon fashion, his greeting was breif, nearly fleeting and it was all she could do to ignore the twitch in her knees to spring at him and hug him. But then she remembered, so suddenly, that he'd never written her back and he hadn't visited her in Hogsmeade like Gavin and felt the strangest mix of missing him and anger. "Samson," she greeted him, nodding her head shortly. There was no way she'd make this easy. Why should she go jumping all over a boy who hadn't even cared to visit her or write her? Was she so annoying that he was truly HAPPY to have been rid of her? "Was I in your way?" __________________ 'Cause out of all the people I've known, the places I've been, the songs that I have sung, The wonders I've seen, now that the dreams are all coming true, who is the one that leads me on through? TUNE IN! POTTERWATCH && BOOKCLUB