“Cam.. you're so weird sometimes.” He said with a genuine smile and a small chuckle and reached out for her hand.
“C'mon. You wanna get some food? Have a wee dance?” Could he persuade her out there with a little gentle nudgery?
“I love the costume by the way. You bring tartiness to Little Red Riding Hood. I always thought that was missing from the books when I was a kid.” hehehe! Cue naughty smirk and wink.[/QUOTE]
Nup. Screw it. She was not wasting away one of the last nights of her life at Hogwarts
tottering in high heels. That was just ridiculous. Utterly, utterly ridiculous. She'd go BAREFOOT but she wouldn't walk in those stupid things again. She bet it was a guy who invented heels. Or Lorelai. Either way - they were evil, evil things. And even though she was not a quarter foot shorter, she felt safety trumped everything.
Now she really looked like a tramp, barefoot, swinging red heels she cast the pirate!boy a calculating eye.
"I'm safe now. No chance of a head concussion." She winked cheerfully.
... drooling?
Twas a bit much wasn't it? She pulled a face.
"Missed a spot.." She told him, feigning innocence.
"Just.. there." She widened brown eyes to angelic degrees and smiled softly. It was easier to embarass him than to rant at him. She rolled her eyes at his compliment.
"I'm not fond of liars." It really irked her when people just
said those things for the kicks. Lying wasn't very nice.
... a human tomato? She blinked.
"Is this normally how you pick up girls? Because honestly.. I was kinda digging the whole Casanova thing." She pouted a little and touched the apples of her cheeks hesitantly. Stupid boy..
She frowned a little as he insisted with the whole dancing thing.
"Look.. I don't dance.. and I'd really just like to find Oliver.." The tot was kinda a bit clingy..
"So what are you then?" She asked starting to get irritated. The redhead sighed a little. How could she get away? Maybe pretend she'd choked on a canape and dash off to get some water? Pretend she was dying? HMPH.
Her irritation turned to outrage at his comment. Ummm.. WHUT!?
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FIRST, he called her a TOMATOHEAD and now he was calling her a TART and moreover an EASY tart?
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"Well Mr. I'm a wannabe PIRATE, THIS easy girl isn't dancing with you if you were the last mammal on earth, let alone boy." She jutted her chin out and flailed her fists a bit but at her meagre height the whole effect was diminished and she looked, if possible, more like a disdained eleven year old.
.... Bad move, Buster.
Cameron's hair frizzled at the end and the Prefect growled.
"URGH! Who do you think you ARE!?" Oh the irony.. "URGH!" She glared, infuriated as he SMIRKED at her. MERLIN, he was SO infuriating. This tot was EXACTLY like Oliver.
The two would get along like a house on fire. Oliver Greenwood meet pirate!boy. He's JUST as annoying as you with the same sense of sadistic humour.
.... He did NOT just say he had a right to kiss her. Cameron's jaw dropped and she took a step back.
"Excoooose me? You have a RIGHT to kiss me? Are you for real? What is this crap? SERIOUSLY!? You creepy, creepy boy. Find a deep, dark hole in the center of the universe and crawl into it. I hope it's a black hole and it's incredible gravity NEVER FREAKING LET'S YOU OUT."
*HUFFS*
She looked a bit like a dragon; nostrils flaring, slamping her feet.
Heh.
Stupid. Arrogant. Incorrigible. Conceited. FOOL!
"It'd be a NIGHTMARE, loser. " She scowled darkly, crossing her arm over her chest angrily.
"You are broad. There is a BROAD space between your EARS that is quite empty." She didn't even care that it was the worst comeback ever - she was fuming.
... Well she was.
And the whole anger evaporated and the redhead turned to a meek, almost subservient, nervous little girl.
"Sorry.." She mumbled quietly, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.
She giggled.
"Food yes. Dance.." She eyed him and slipped her hand into his.
"Maybe. Depending on how nice you are to me." She was safely on ground.
She scowled darkly.
"I hate you," She muttered, not meaning it.
"You were much hawter when I thought you were Casanova." But she smiled a little at the thought - essentially letting him off the hook.
"... What are you anyway?"