[ Which he does a fair job of hiding how much it does bother him by saying it without a hint of emotion. ]
You don't sound very interested in having me there. [ He addresses An with narrowed eyes. ] Perhaps you should convince your partner that you should have their undivided attention.
[ Brows raised, she blinks and shakes her head with a feigned innocence. All the while, folding up that flyer to place into his breast pocket, and then place her hand over securely. ]
You'd be a lucky man to have a lady on your arm, let alone two. Don't be a fool and waste your evening wallowing in your loneliness.
I'm accusing you of having ulterior motives. Or added expectations of me.
[ He glares at Ann a moment longer before huffing and taking a sip of his juice. At least they aren't poisoning his drink to get him to say yes. Still, he can't deny their claim that he'd just be moping silently by himself the whole night. Now he just needs to decide which of the two options is less appealing. ]
Mind your distance the remainder of the night and I'll see you through the door.
[ Having been enjoying the energy from that glare, herself (because she knew she was right), she's almost a bit disappointed that it's subsisted! She giggles. ]
Oh, I see. Yes, we certainly expected more than that. You ought to be spending the entire night with us.
[ Ann hums, cutting in before William can necessarily say no outright. ]
Of course, I find that arrangement to be acceptable. Though-- [ Likewise, she turns to lean against the table, infringing on his personal space. ] --that isn't necessarily set in stone, I hope. I'd hate to see you limiting your possibilities.
[ Tilting her head to get a better glance of what he's doing to Grell, she quirks her brow. It isn't as though she's mad about it, though - the other can be a bit much, and she's done similar on a few occasions. And enjoys taking abuse, besides. ]
[ Grell, however, seems more hesitant to leave, content on the idea of spending the remainder of breakfast there-- but, obediently, she stands with a sigh.
She takes Ann's hand-- but, oh! First, she must lean over to add-- ]
We can discuss your outfit in Potions. I hear Snape will have us choosing partners today.
[ 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. ]
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[ The mild retort is delivered with but a smile. It's clear that she and Grell have a layered relationship that confuses many, to say the least. ]
By no means is your presence necessary. We're offering a friendly extension of our company.
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No one should spend holidays alone, silly boy. We simply couldn't allow it. You understand.
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[ Which he does a fair job of hiding how much it does bother him by saying it without a hint of emotion. ]
You don't sound very interested in having me there. [ He addresses An with narrowed eyes. ] Perhaps you should convince your partner that you should have their undivided attention.
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[ With a tilt of the head, she calmly bats her lashes at the other. ]
And you should know that I'm very convincing.
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Isn't she just? I haven't deviated in the slightest, in any case!
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[ Closing her eyes, she tuts. ] Shame on you for putting women down, Mister Spears.
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If that is the case then I can't imagine you're only expectation of me is to see you through the banquet hall doors.
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[ Brows raised, she blinks and shakes her head with a feigned innocence. All the while, folding up that flyer to place into his breast pocket, and then place her hand over securely. ]
You'd be a lucky man to have a lady on your arm, let alone two. Don't be a fool and waste your evening wallowing in your loneliness.
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Neither of us can force anything on you, of course - but we can very well encourage it. As concerned bystanders.
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[ He glares at Ann a moment longer before huffing and taking a sip of his juice. At least they aren't poisoning his drink to get him to say yes. Still, he can't deny their claim that he'd just be moping silently by himself the whole night. Now he just needs to decide which of the two options is less appealing. ]
Mind your distance the remainder of the night and I'll see you through the door.
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And, what, you'll sit by yourself in a dark corner, munching on sweeties, instead?
[ Sitting upright, she shakes her head. ]
Certainly not.
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Oh, I see. Yes, we certainly expected more than that. You ought to be spending the entire night with us.
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I meant to keep your hands to yourselves.
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So, before that is-- free reign, then?
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Of course, I find that arrangement to be acceptable. Though-- [ Likewise, she turns to lean against the table, infringing on his personal space. ] --that isn't necessarily set in stone, I hope. I'd hate to see you limiting your possibilities.
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Possibilities being what, exactly?
[ Should he worry that his mind automatically goes to that potential end of the spectrum? ]
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[ Tilting her head to get a better glance of what he's doing to Grell, she quirks her brow. It isn't as though she's mad about it, though - the other can be a bit much, and she's done similar on a few occasions. And enjoys taking abuse, besides. ]
Ultimately, I believe it's up to you.
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What's the worst that can happen? [ After a good huff, she collects herself with a grin! ]
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[ He pulls his hand back with a huff. ]
I already agreed. I think I deserve to eat the remainder of my breakfast in peace, now.
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[ Ann is content on picking herself up without another another word, climbing over the bench before extending a hand to Grell! ]
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She takes Ann's hand-- but, oh! First, she must lean over to add-- ]
We can discuss your outfit in Potions. I hear Snape will have us choosing partners today.
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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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