Sourpuss (Carter) Jun 17, 2017 12:35:28 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 12:35:28 GMT -6
As per usual, the fireplace was warm and crackling away. The lush decorations of the Gryffindor common room warmer her, like a figurative hug. Poeple were huddled in little groups, chatting away, some poring over hefty school books, scribbling away on parchment in an attempt to finish work for classes that had just started, but for Chloe, she would manage that later in the night, when she had muse for it. That was just the kind of person she was; if she wasn't feeling it, she would wait until she was to do it. She went off of feeling, off of impulse, and that's exactly how she liked it. She simply didn't know how people functioned by just doing work with no passion in it whatsoever. But to each their own, she supposed.
Chloe applied a layer of lip moisturizer, rubbed her lips together, book under her arm, and headed for a seat near the fire. It appeared that one of the two were taken, but no matter. She liked most people, and as it didn't look like he was keeping it saved for anyone she plopped down in it, crosslegged, and promptly opened up her book to begin reading. She would have continued but upon second look, she quickly realized the person she was sitting next to, and looked up at him. He was certainly a looker, and she didn't mind if she would do so.. But in her experience, this certain boy had that moody angsty predisposition which made his temperament a bit unpredictable. Still, she enjoyed poking at people playfully, so she commenced in coyly saying, "Well, don't look too excited there." Chloe smirked at him, before proceeding to find where she had left off in her novel, fingering through the edges of the pages until she found her designated starting place.