Bum's Draggin' -open-

[Genevieve Stark]

*Is somehow moved by his words, but doesn't show it. She only laughs and shakes her head*

Sorry, love. Although that may be true, throwing the snowballs is a lot more fun that catching them...in the face.

*Winks back at him.*

[Vane Avebury]

-Offers his fellow Slytherin Quidditch teammate a friendly grin. Both Genny and Vane are Slytherin's Chasers, and Merlin, she's brilliant with her broom, fast as hell too.-

Alright, Gen?

-Gaze, as always, finds Mabel, and he locks his eyes onto her, easily getting lost in her own blue eyes.-

Wait for snow? No need to wait, Bells, you are a witch, just give your wand a lil' wave and we can have Angelo, here, buried in no time.

-Chuckles, looking to Angelo, a wicked glint in his eyes.-

Don't you remember two years ago? I'm the one that petrified and buried that fifth year from my House under that mound of snow by the Forbidden Forest... He had frost bite? Remember...?

-Peeks out of the corner of his eye to Mable again, a cheeky yet proud grin spreading across his features as he gestures to Angelo, trying to refresh the chaps memory.-

[Mabel Landon]

*Doesn't care what Arc and Gen talk about, so long as she doesn't have to move away from Vane. She can't tell if Arc is lying when he says he doesn't remember the snowman situation, because she sure as hell will never forget it.*

It doesn't matter in the least, Harlow. Either way, you're still going to be a snowman.

*Feels her cheeks growing pink as Vane's cheeky grin begins to show, and she snaps her eyes over to Genevieve, begging her not to say a word about her reactions.*

[Vane Avebury]

-Heart flutters wildly the moment he feels the warmth of Mabel's body pressed against his side in a sweet little hug. If only the other two weren't here, it would make this hug all that much better.-

She's right, ya know.

-Nods in Mabel's direction, slipping his arm around the witch without any thought about it, pulling her closer to him.-

And, such an adorable wee snowman you'll be at that, Harlow.

-Reaches out with his Mabel free hand, trying to pinch Arcangelo's cheek like his own grandmother does to him.-

[Mabel Landon]

*Inwardly beams at the feel of Vane's arm as it wraps around her, estatic he hasn't pulled away yet. Her eyes widen playfully when Vane reaches out for Arcangelo, and in a suddenly pleading voice, she exclaims.*

No, don't touch it!

*Reaches out, aiming to pull his hand back and away from the Ravenclaw.*

Merlin only knows where his feathers have been lately.

*Smirks, looking up at both wizards. She pointedly ignores the fact that she herself hugged the wizard only a moment ago, in favour of having Vane all to herself.*

[Arcangelo Harlow]

*Blinks, trying to catch the memory dancing on the edge of his awareness. Fifth Year, snowman, frost bite...*

Oi!

*Places one hand over his mouth, eyes scanning the area for Madame Pince and her "Mr. Harlow, you are in a library!" lecture. After a few seconds of blessed silence, he pulls his hand away from his mouth and carries on, but in a lower tone.*

You are not giving me frostbite, Avebury!

*Watches in a confused silence as Vane's hand edges towards his face. He takes two steps back, quirks one eyebrow, and gives Mabel a dry look.*

You would know, Landon.

*Says just for the sake of having a comeback, even though, in all honesty, the last place his "feathers" have been were in the seat in History of Magic class.*

[Genevieve Stark]

*Also looks around expectedly for Madame Pince after Angelo's outburst, giggling at the memory of the hilariously frostbitten chap.*

Good times, Vane. Good times...

*Smirks, watching Mabel and Vane together in postures that would suggest to anyone who doesn't know them that they are a couple. But at the same time...what does Angelo mean by saying that Mabel would know? That's a very loaded statement in her eyes and it makes her wonder if Mabel is playing for both guys...perhaps hoping at least one of them would bite? The thought aggravates her, for all the gushing she does about Vane behind his back she's sure "chummy" with Angelo too. They're good friends, doesn't she know that...hmm, perhaps not. It's not like she herself has ever been the kind to be open about her feelings, not this kind anyway. And besides, although they do flirt playfully, she's not even sure she should allow herself to crush on a Ravenclaw, that would be...wrong?*

*Inwardly shakes the confusion off and rejoins the conversation, since teasing Angelo is one of this group's favourite pastimes.*

Oh come on Angelo! Be a team player, will ya? Blue fingers and toes would match your Ravenclaw uniform quite nicely.

*Naughty grin*

[Arcangelo Harlow]

*Snorts, unable to keep back the smile at Genevieve's statement.*

Right. I'll lose my extremities for the sake of fashion.

*Has no idea that his earlier comment to Mabel could be taken so, so completely off-course that it has the witch pondering the meaning. However, Angel's been known to say one thing while meaning three.*

You witches and having everything matching!

*Shakes his head, inching closer to the witch with a wicked glint in his eyes.*

Like I said before, you should join me. We'd match quite well, wouldn't we? I wouldn't be the only one out in the cold, either.

[Genevieve Stark]

*Snickers, inching even closer with a matching wicked grin.*

Oh yeah? And would you try to warm me up, Angelo? Would you protect me? I mean, you would have placed me in danger of being attacked by our ruthless fellow classmates...

*Smirks. Probably enjoying the flirting a little more than she should.*

[Vane Avebury]

-Stomach flip flops with Mabel's touch as he pushes his hand away from Angelo. Swallowing hard, his arm sags to his side, resisting the urge to snag that arm, too, around the witch, and pulling her against his chest. Just that one little gesture has so much effect on him, it's rather scary.-

-Grimaces at the thought of were Arc's "feathers" may actually have been, and gives Mabel a grateful smile for the warning before turning a fresh smirk on the Ravenclaw.-

No one said anything of giving you frostbite, Arc. Don't be such a prat. There are spells to keep you warm.

-Starts to chuckle when it is suddenly cut off by Arcangelo's words to Mabel. His eyes narrow into suspicious slits, dropping his arm from around Mabel.-

-What did he mean by that? How should Mabel know? He couldn't help but to flicker his gaze between both the witch and the wizard, wondering exactly what was between them and struggling to keep the jealousy at bay.-

-Now irritated, he pulls his bag up high over his shoulder, inching away from Mabel and the other two.-

Right. I should...probably get to the common room...

[Genevieve Stark]

*Looks at Vane with curiously narrowed eyes. Did he not catch her frostbite statement? Meh! He was probably too involved in his own thoughts about Mabel.*

I suggested frostbite, Vane. Did you miss that?

*Wondering why he seems aggravated all of a sudden, she decides to try and keep him around a bit longer and find out what may be wrong...for Mabel's sake. And her own sanity as well since she'll only have to hear all about it later tonight.

Reaches out, stretching as far as she can go without leaving her place next to Angelo and grabs a hold of Vane's bag's strap.*

What's the hurry, mate?

[Mabel Landon]

*Laughs softly with amusement at Arc and Gen's antics. Slowly she begins to wonder if Arc fancies the other witch. She'd wonder about Gen's feelings as well, but considering how the witch hardly opens herself up to anyone, well...Mabel leaves that discussion for a later date.*

No, Harlow! You can't have Genny as your fellow snowperson, you git- she's mine!

*Pokes her tongue out, playfully claiming Genevieve as her own so Arcangelo won't freeze the poor witch's beautiful ginger hair by dragging her outside. Her amusement is abruptly cut off however when Vane's warmth is suddenly taken away. She looks up at the Slytherin; the look in his eyes wasn't quite what she was expecting. Mabel shifts her weight from one leg to the other, the motion just enough to move from leaning in Vane's direction, to the other.

Her eyes flash down to where Gen's hand is holding onto the strap of Vane's bag. She looks over at the other witch, quirking one eyebrow because she would like to know what the wizard's issue is as well. With a mental huff, she thinks to herself: Merlin! If Vane Avebury's upset, let it be his own bloody problem. But she knows it isn't that easy.*

Alright, Vane?

[Vane Avebury]

-Stops, feeling Genevieve pulling on the strap of his bag, and looks between both her and Mabel, snapping out of his thoughts.-

Hmm...? Oh, right, yeah. I'm good.

-Offers the trio a grin that doesn't quite reach his tired eyes.-

Bit tired, buttload of lessons to catch up on, no time for any of it...blah, blah, blah. You lot know the routine, sometimes it feels like were gonna die of exhaustion before we graduate.

-Pulls the strap from Gen's hand before giving them all a little wave, his gaze landing on Mabel. If only she would walk with him to the common room. Maybe then he could find out what's going on with her and Angelo. But...then that would make him look like he was chasing after her, and Vane Avebury doesn't chase after witches like a sodding love-drunk puppy.-

-Flicks his gaze to Gen, tilting his head. She's close with Mabel. She's the one he needs to get alone. He needs a plan.-

[Arcangelo Harlow]

Oct 31, 2010 1:24:15 GMT Genevieve Stark said:

*Snickers, inching even closer with a matching wicked grin.*

Oh yeah? And would you try to warm me up, Angelo? Would you protect me? I mean, you would have placed me in danger of being attacked by our ruthless fellow classmates...

*Smirks, slowly lofting one eyebrow. Does she know what she's starting? He glances over at Vane, chuckling at his comment.*

That's right, what he said. You wouldn't get frostbite, I'd just use a few heating charms.

*When Vane starts to leave, he can't help but wonder how long he and Genevieve have been at it. Has it really been long enough that Vane would want to leave? Arc mentally shrugs, knowing the Slytherin wizard has a perfectly fine mind of his own, and if he wants to leave, there's not really any need to stop him. But Vane didn't look like he was simply 'exhausted'.*

Merlin, I know! Honestly, I'm not sure I'll make it to graduation- I'll probably be buried alive underneath all my assignments.

*Doesn't really pay attention to the conversation after this, more focused on making a list of things he needs to do before the week is up. Arcangelo isn't known for his involvement in relationships and other such things, and has a habit of missing some of the most obvious signs.*

[Olivia Lillywhite]

*Giggling to herself, Olivia bounces happily into the library, the bag hanging over her right shoulder swinging merrily at her side. It seemed nothing could go wrong for the Head-Girl today, she received very high marks on an essay for Charms, nearly all of her favourite foods were served at each meal, the boy she fancies, fancies her in return, blah, blah, blah. All in all a pretty good day.*

*Her smile alights her dainty features, which fades quickly to be replaced by an expression of confusion the moment she spots the small gathering already present.

This lot studying in the library at this hour? She asks herself, tilting her head as she studies the possibly dangerous band of students.*