 Wowza!
Upon hearing the sound of a female voice, Willow looked up -she had been staring at her hands- and saw the Grey Lady. Huh. Had she been there the entire time? Surely not, for she would have noticed her, Right?
Riiiiight. Willow was not particularly observant when more important matters clouded her mind--such as dying. Because the girl was sure that dying was something that could surely happen in a class like this one.
Drama Queen.
"No, ma'am." Lady? Ms. Ravenclaw? Nice. What if she didn't enjoy being called ma'am? What if she was touchy about her age and such? "Or at least you don't scare me." Now, this room on the other hand. . .
And then her breath caught, and squeezed her eyes shut.
This was exactly the kind Willow Kovac had been dreading. Well, not really, but having something ON her was not something she had been looking forward to.
So when would it happen? When would she die? Because surely, whatever it was that was on her lap was some kind of dangerous creature because it was heavy.
A tiny little scream escaped from her parted lips. "Help, help, help!"
She REALLY didn't want to die at sixteen and--
Waaaaaaaaaait.
As her hands tried unsusccesfully to force the thing to get off from her, Willow realized that whatever it was that she was touching seemed. . . human.
Her eyes flew open, and then she squinted them, trying to make out the shape and. . .
. . . Well, whatever it was had a rather good scent. And hair, too, and---"DENTON! What do you think you are DOING?" This. Was. . . There were just NO words for it.
Willow had never been more glad that the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was so dark. Had it not been as dark as it was, everyone would have noticed the blush that was crepting on her usually pale cheeks. And that would have been embarrassing.
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Last edited by Angie; 03-19-2009 at 04:05 AM.
Reason: Jess and Dom made me. HAH.
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