After making it all of the way up the seven flights of stairs, Carter decided that he didn't actually want to go into the common room. He made a face, running his hands through his hair, and instead went walking around the floor. He really couldn't be bothered going back down the stairs to do something else, so maybe he'd just walk in circles until he got bored or something.
Okay, so maybe he hadn't really put that much thought into it. But he didn't want to go into the common room, so he had to come up with some other plan.
Post by gabrielrowe on Dec 23, 2016 21:04:28 GMT -6
Gabriel was aimlessly leaving the Ravenclaw Tower with his camera and his wand stashed into the inside of his trousers. He hadn't meant to find a terribly attractive boy making some kind of face; he paused and stared, wondering who he was and whether he would agree to be the subject of some of his photography.
He moved slowly toward the other guy, and once he was closer, he said, "Who are you?"
Right, well. This was kind of boring. But what had he been expecting? He was just wandering around the top floor of the castle, it wasn’t as though he could expect anything interesting to happen - and he already knew about the room of requirement, so there wasn’t that adventure to discover. Well, that was until he came across some other boy. Why was he coming near him? What did he want? “Carter. Who are you?”
Post by gabrielrowe on Jan 11, 2017 16:29:17 GMT -6
"Gabriel," Gabriel said. He pointed to his camera. "I was just looking for something worth taking a shot of, and I saw you. Are you busy?" All in all, this was probably one of the tamer encounters he had had in a very long time, which probably meant things would likely go very south. "I like taking photographs of everything and everyone," he clarified, just in case Carter didn't catch on.
Carter squinted at him, crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to take a photo of him? Right. Because that wasn't weird. Taking photos of random people that you came across in the school. "I'm not busy, but no," he said bluntly.
Post by gabrielrowe on Jan 21, 2017 1:33:54 GMT -6
The corner of Gabriel's mouth turned up. "What a shame. You'd make a great subject. Are you sure I couldn't offer anything in return?" he asked lightly, almost mockingly--not out of malice but because he'd hardly realized his own tone and was beside himself with amusement.
Post by gabrielrowe on Feb 17, 2017 22:57:21 GMT -6
"I've been dealing in favors lately," Gabriel said, although no one had cashed in on any favors yet. Well, Aeron had kind of cashed in on one, but did it really count since they'd made the agreement before they even departed? "As long as it doesn't involve killing someone, I'm pretty open to favors. Tutoring. Sex. You name it."
Favours, huh? He squinted, still keeping his arms crossed over his chest, he looked at the boy. "Is it an open ended favour, or does it have to be picked now?" Wait, why was he considering this? He shrugged, maybe someone owing him a favour could come in handy. Though he wasn't entirely convinced he was about it yet.
Post by gabrielrowe on May 4, 2017 20:47:23 GMT -6
Gabriel shook his head "no." "It's pretty open. Preferably nothing illegal, but if I'm not caught, I'm not particularly fussed," he explained. "You think you'll have some good ideas later? You can cash it in next year for all I care. I'll remember." That didn't mean Carter would remember.
He squinted. Anything? Anything was pretty broad. There was a lot under that. "And how would I know you'd keep that promise?" he questioned. He wasn't sure he trusted someone willing to do anything in exchange for taking photos to hold their word.
Carter's lip twitched a little bit, and he regarded the Ravenclaw for another couple of moments. "Fine," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. If he started finding it weird, then he'd just bail. Easy.
Post by gabrielrowe on Jul 24, 2017 14:28:26 GMT -6
It only took a moment after Carted gave his answer for Gabriel to lift his camera and take a photograph. "How would you like to do this then? In front of a painting? In a doorway? A classroom?" The options on this floor alone were plentiful, and he was open to all of them--he suspected Carter would say something along the lines of, "Whatever."