[ Splendid, he thinks to himself, holding off the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. ]
Leave.
[ And he gives the couple a final stern look.
William almost considers nodding out of Potions class for the day. But surely Snape wouldn't believe any excuse he gave him, if William ever was the type to fib. In fact, if he told him the truth, Snape would be sure to purposefully pair them together and give them something they'd fail at. So he sits stoically at his desk, just bracing himself for the next hour ahead of him. ]
[ When the time inevitably comes, Grell merrily picks up her belongings, and marches over to drop them onto the desk beside William. Certainly, she can sense his discontent-- but that's a constant with him, so it seems like nothing out of the ordinary. ]
[ Settling herself down while humming, Grell sorts out her things as she likes them, propping open her book and notes. Even she knows that she'll have to multitask or face the wrath of the potions instructor. Not always a bad thing, mind - just not on the agenda today. ]
[ He can only assume she's bringing up the attire conversation already. He'll go with that notion, opting to steer away from the potential arguments and save himself a bit of sanity for the remainder of the day. ]
[ Grell looks at him, as though waiting for him to continue-- and upon realising that is, indeed, all he has to say on the matter, furrows her brow with concern. ]
Right... But there are many stylistic choices to consider-- and you'll need to match Ann and I, of course.
[ Her mind is already getting swept away with all the possibilities! ]
I wouldn't expect you to wear all red, that simply doesn't suit your personal style. We could, however, give you a nice waistcoat patterned with hints of red, to tie in the boutonniere...
[ The compliance is so unexpected, Grell just lights up with a smile! ]
Wonderful. [ Grell picks up her pen to jot the idea down - particularly to look as though she's working on the assignment with him. ] Mn, now, the more subtle details will really bring the look together... [ She taps the end of her pen to her lips briefly. ] I can see you with a flat black jacket, a tin notched lapels... Black or gold buttons! Oh, and a cutaway collar would be fun-- with a flat black bow tie....
[ The last of that response has William looking at his notebook with a furrow to his brow. They haven't really talked about anything personal, despite being around each other so often. He's not surprised to hear that Grell's relationship with her dad isn't all that great. ]
I can do the charms myself, but you have to give me specifics so I don't mess them up, myself.
[ While she isn't entirely sure what to make of that response, she finds herself searching the page for what perplexes him so much. Quietly turning the pen between her fingers, for just that moment. ]
I certainly can be specific. Or we could work on it together.
[ Grell draws a breath, prepared to protest-- but, wait, would that mean that he'd have to beat out Ann? Is she supposed to feel this torn? What's more, he did manage to get a rise out of her with that, and now she's flustered, crossing her arms over her chest!! ]
What does that have to do with anything?!
[ Sensing Snape's eyes snap to her, her shoulders tense up. ]
--there must be a simpler ratio we could use!! [ Nailed it. ]
[ The redhead's yelp particularly leaves students snickering under their breath, so it's a fortunate thing indeed that the instructor has been appeased!
Between William's assertiveness and the prospect of playing against both Angelina AND William at once, her cheeks have tinted a notable shade of rose! ]
Well, we'd have to see about that. I do love a challenge♥...
[ Leaning in closer, it seems that she's temporarily lost sight of the original topic. ]
[ He rereads a line from their potion text and sets about finally getting their concoction started. Hopefully he will leave this class without Grell exploding the contents of their cauldron. ]
[ With a pout, she picks up one of the unused bottles to observe. ]
You're the one that insisted on bringing it up. [ Wait. Her brow knits, as she stares off into nothing for a split moment. ] Why did you bring it up? [ With a gasp, she looks to him with shock! ] Were you-- flirting with me?
[ Irritated, he focuses on mixing in the next few ingredients. But, the situation has apparently thrown him off a bit as the cauldron suddenly overflows! ]
EH... what did you put in here when I wasn't watching?
[ Cause obviously it was her. Getting his want out, William's at least able to stop the flow of green ooze from ruining their potion books. ]
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Leave.
[ And he gives the couple a final stern look.
William almost considers nodding out of Potions class for the day. But surely Snape wouldn't believe any excuse he gave him, if William ever was the type to fib. In fact, if he told him the truth, Snape would be sure to purposefully pair them together and give them something they'd fail at. So he sits stoically at his desk, just bracing himself for the next hour ahead of him. ]
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Hiii~♥
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[ It's not said with any enthusiasm. Just a formality and to keep her from whining that he's ignoring her. ]
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Now, then, what did you have in mind, mmm?
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[ He can only assume she's bringing up the attire conversation already. He'll go with that notion, opting to steer away from the potential arguments and save himself a bit of sanity for the remainder of the day. ]
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Right... But there are many stylistic choices to consider-- and you'll need to match Ann and I, of course.
[ Her mind is already getting swept away with all the possibilities! ]
I wouldn't expect you to wear all red, that simply doesn't suit your personal style. We could, however, give you a nice waistcoat patterned with hints of red, to tie in the boutonniere...
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[ At least that suggestion is doable. But he's sure the ideas won't stop there. ]
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Wonderful. [ Grell picks up her pen to jot the idea down - particularly to look as though she's working on the assignment with him. ] Mn, now, the more subtle details will really bring the look together... [ She taps the end of her pen to her lips briefly. ] I can see you with a flat black jacket, a tin notched lapels... Black or gold buttons! Oh, and a cutaway collar would be fun-- with a flat black bow tie....
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Are you going to be buying me an entirely new outfit? Because I won't have you putting any charms on my only suit and ruining it.
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I suppose I could. It isn't as though my father would notice, anyway.
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I can do the charms myself, but you have to give me specifics so I don't mess them up, myself.
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I certainly can be specific. Or we could work on it together.
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And by that I assume you mean that I will be doing the work while you attempt to distract me, as usual.
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My focus has shifted these days, as it were. You won't have to worry about that.
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[ There's a hint of skepticism to that hum. ]
I suppose I won't try out for Quidditch next year, then.
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What does that have to do with anything?!
[ Sensing Snape's eyes snap to her, her shoulders tense up. ]
--there must be a simpler ratio we could use!! [ Nailed it. ]
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Keep your voice down.
[ Pleased with William's use of force to reprimand that Gryfindor, Snape turns his attention away, once more. ]
That, or perhaps I can claim the second beater position. Slytherin would be certain to win the Quidditch Cup with both Angelina and myself playing.
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Between William's assertiveness and the prospect of playing against both Angelina AND William at once, her cheeks have tinted a notable shade of rose! ]
Well, we'd have to see about that. I do love a challenge♥...
[ Leaning in closer, it seems that she's temporarily lost sight of the original topic. ]
Are you really going to do it?
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[ He rereads a line from their potion text and sets about finally getting their concoction started. Hopefully he will leave this class without Grell exploding the contents of their cauldron. ]
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You're the one that insisted on bringing it up. [ Wait. Her brow knits, as she stares off into nothing for a split moment. ] Why did you bring it up? [ With a gasp, she looks to him with shock! ] Were you-- flirting with me?
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[ The denial is stated quickly and with an adjustment to his glasses. ]
You are in a relationship. [ Wait, he should clarify more. ] And, I wouldn't do so otherwise.
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Meaning you wouldn't do so if I wasn't in a relationship? Will, I never knew you were so scandalous.
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That is not what I meant, and you know that.
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[ So she says, feigning innocence with a bat of the lashes! ]
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EH... what did you put in here when I wasn't watching?
[ Cause obviously it was her. Getting his want out, William's at least able to stop the flow of green ooze from ruining their potion books. ]
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