"Well this is the one that matters, right?" Lake queried, putting one delicate hand on his shoulder whilst continuing to hold onto his other hand.
Dee quickly wandered up to the seats and sat down next to him. "Hey, sorry about running off like I did. Just so you know it wasn't anything you said or did. Well... It was, but it wasn't just about that. I just really hate violence..." She sighed, trying her hardest to apologise but keep her dignity, which was something she'd never really been allowed to do before now. "We okay?"
"Anyway, we best get into class." Dee sighed, heaving herself off of the floor. "Don't want to get Professor Sprout's knickers in a twist." She giggled faintly before ducking into the greenhouse quickly. She was glad to see that the class has so far not been started as the teacher was still yet to arrive. She quickly scanned around the room in search of a place to sit, hopefully one that Zack had saved for her like in potions because at least that way she get the apology over and done with.
"Your sisters wedding and this one are pretty much the only one's I've ever attended." Lake sighed, stepping out onto the dance floor.
"Oh don't worry about it." Lake giggled, squeezing his hand slightly and smiling. "I'm not exactly the most fantastic dancer ever either. Never even tried until now." She added, a nervous laugh escaping her still perfectly pink lips. Seems like everyone is getting married and having babies... Immy thought to herself. She knew she was one of the youngest in her family, even the youngest in her immediate family. But Nate was younger then her, if only just, and he seemed a lot closer to any of it then her. Admittedly she did have a boyfriend now, but he was her first. It was hardly likely that she was going to marry him and have his kids, meanwhile Nate had been in a relationship with his girlfriend for a good five months now without any trouble. This was why she hated weddings, they always made her worry about what her life had in store for her.
"Still, at least he's in one piece. I guess that's what matters." Dee nodded firmly. "One idiotic piece, but one piece nonetheless."
He's lucky he looks so cute otherwise I think he would of been kicked out by now XD
"Same here. He really needs to think before he acts, he's lucky that guy was as nice as he was. He could of ended up in the Hospital Wing or expelled or both..." Dee sighed.
My cat is deaf, so he has no idea what his own miaow really sounds like. So it's just this annoying "raaaiiooow" noise at the exact same pitch...
"What happened after I walked off?" Dee asked curiously, it was something that every person who'd ever walked off had asked countless times.
It was so insulting, let alone annoying. Apparently us giving up our free time to help her sister by doing a paper route in 80F heat when the highest we're used to is in the 60s just isn't good enough for the cow ¬¬
"I'm not that daft thank you very much." Whitney laughed.
"What have you done?" Casey snarled.
Lake jumped slightly, what the hell?! She thought to herself. Wasn't that his... Mum?! "Mrs Malfoy?" She asked in shock. "Does that mean...?" She said, as she started to look around. Then suddenly a loud voice suddenly cut Lake off mid-sentence. "Yes ladies and gentlemen: Sexy is finally back!" Casey exclaimed, jumping up onto a bench and striking a pose. This action earned him a loud of wolf whistles and cat calls from the older years and a few girlish giggles from the younger. Not to mention a massive facepalm from his family.
OOC- Same here >< "Yaaaay." She said in a cutely calm manner.
"Well with reading you don't get diseased and you don't get your heart broken. Seems good to me." Whitney observed, flicking the page of his book over.
Not mine, he'll just yowl until you can't take it any more and give in ._.
"I unfortunately only know what I read." Whitney sighed, smiling slightly. "And I expect reading is a lot better then experiencing."
"I guess so..." Casey nodded. "I just want her to be happy though, but she needs to make her own choices..."
"They're hardly sexy or whatever. I mean really, what's the difference between a 11 year old and a 11 year old boy? Not a whole lot besides one has some extra muscle and nerve endings." Whitney said, flicking through a book casually. "Anyway, I don't think they should be thinking about love, romance, dates or sex at that age. Eleven is just too young, they can't comprehend the glory that is love or the intimacy that sex should represent." "Though what can we expect, he is a male." She added.
