Re: The Hog's Head

[Guest]

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm drinking butterbeer. No, I'm not drunk." he said shaking his head. "You are making me slightly uncomfortable right now though."

[Reed Dawson]

"I'm sorry! Did I say something wrong?" She tried replaying their conversation in her head, but realized she didn't remember a whole lot of it.

[Guest]

He shook his head. "No, You're not doing anything wrong.....on purpose." He said with a shrug. He was still debating just not caring about Andi, I mean, he's the only one who would remember this if it happened. Millicent is too smashed so she wouldn't remember and nobody else was here, but no. He couldn't.

[Reed Dawson]

"Well then, what's the matter?" Did she have something caught in her teeth? Was her hair doing something funky?

[Guest]

"Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "Nothings wrong." He said and took a deep breath and stood up. "Maybe we should head out now. It's getting pretty late." He said, calling the server over and paying the bill.

[Reed Dawson]

She pouted. "I'm not exactly ready to say goodnight." She smiled at him.

[Guest]

"Come on." he said, buttoning up his shirt. "We've still got the entire walk back to the common room together." He said as he finished buttoning up his shirt.

[Reed Dawson]

She stood, wobbled, then grabbed his jacket. She slid into it then fell forward a little. "This may be a long walk." She laughed.

[Guest]

He laughed and grabbed onto her hand so she wouldn't fall over. He tugged on her hand as he started walking, pulling on her so she was right next to him and he slung his arm around her and walked back to the castle with her.

[Reed Dawson]

She wraps her arm around his waist, and followed him out of the pub.

[Guest]

Marcus is in here, waiting for Millicent to show up for their lunch date.

He's got this shirt on with some blue jeans. Yup.

[Reed Dawson]

Illie comes in wearing this, minus the tights because I don't really like those..



She spots Marcus and walks over to him. "Hey there!" She smiled and sat down opposite him.

[Guest]

"Helllooooooo." He said and smiled at her. "How you feeling?" He asked with a smile.

[Reed Dawson]

"I feel great! How are you?" She grabbed a menu and started looking at what she wanted to order.

[Guest]

"I'm good." He said nodding. "A little sore from Quidditch but, pretty good still." He said and nodded.

[Reed Dawson]

"Bet it felt good to get back on the field. It sure was a pain to get back to classes again. I'm so far behind!" She sighed.

[Guest]

"Yeah..." He said and nodded. "Quidditch is practically the highlight of my life." He said and shrugged. "Yeah, classes are always a pain."

[Reed Dawson]

She nodded. "I don't think I'll ever catch up. And I want to get back to running again." She looked at him a little nervously, hoping he didn't tell her she shouldn't run anymore. She loved running.

[Guest]

"I'm sure you will, I mean you are seriously, a freaking genius!" He said and then just stared at her.

[Reed Dawson]

She was a little taken aback. "Oh..Um, thanks? But I'm not a genius. I'm just good at school I guess."

[Guest]

He shrugged. "People who are good at school are usually genius'." He said nodding with a smile. He waved over a server and ordered a butterbeer for himself, then he looked over at her, wondering what she wanted to drink because she probably didn't want butterbeer after....last time.

[Reed Dawson]

She smiled at the server and ordered a pumpkin juice. "It's mostly book smarts. I'm only average when it comes to using magic." She shrugged. "I suppose I'll have to help you with homework now?" She chuckled a little.

[Guest]

He smiled and shook his head as she ordered a pumpkin juice. "Hey! I am a good student! I can do my homework all on my own." he said nodding. Lies. He hates homework.

[Reed Dawson]

She just stared at him. "Mmhhm. I'm sure. In case you forget, I've already done the work for your year.." She nodded.

[Guest]

He leaned forward on the table. "Do you still have it?" He asked, sounding a bit too excited about it.

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