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Asa rolled his eyes, he wasn't very good at the sympathy thing, and she damn-well knew it. He shrugged when she questioned him, but it was the only conclusion he could reach. If she was going to keep dumping bombs like that, he didn't want to be adding to the problem, especially when he wasn't...

The young Slytherin was rather speechless. It was quite a lot to take in, and he wasn't sure how Prue had wandered around the school carrying all that without being a maniac (although, it did explain her exclusion from most others). Not everyone had their parents die, and then their boyfriend...

Asa laughed out loud. "Hole," he corrected, trying to be helpful. "There were a few extra letters there, my friend, and they're important." He was trying to keep it light-hearted, but there were very few things that could keep this conversation light hearted, it would seem. He didn't quite...

Asa snorted, his eyebrow raising. "You know I'd be better off?" he questioned, highly amused. "Of course I would be, you're an @rsehole, but so am I, so I guess we're as bad as each other." In reality, her response just wasn't a good enough reason. If she didn't like him, that was fair enough...

"Oh yes, and what a great distraction I am," the Slytherin replied just as mockingly. In the past he had asked if they would officially date, but each question ended in either the Gryffindor laughing him off, or change the subject. He wasn't sure if he was offended or amused by it, but it only...

Hopelessly in love was a little far, in the Slytherin's opinion, and he laughed out loud at her, setting his drink down. They bantered often, though it was clear to them both that this wasn't just a 'friends' situation, but nor was it a relationship, either. Friends with benefits probably...

Asa couldn't help but laugh at her assertion. Prue was confident (some would say overconfident), but Asa liked to think that was why she was in Gryffindor, and not anywhere else. She just wouldn't be Prue without the wild hair and stubborn attitude, and if anyone could be head girl, he wouldn't...

Asa snorted. He would have mentioned the intelligence of the infamous Avie, but it seemed like a little too soon after his death. The Slytherin didn't know him, though seeing as he was a prefect he knew enough about him to know that his surprise death wasn't really supposed to be surprising. So...

Asa was far from nervous. The Slytherin was as cool as the creature on his emblem, and he made his way towards the cliffs. He and Prue had some Valentine's day plans, and whilst he was a little late (as usual), he was sure that the Gryffindor wouldn't mind too much. As he climbed the cliff...

Asa smiled slightly, blowing more steam from his cup and taking a long sip. "Better than making mistakes and getting our manes burnt for them, you know," he responded finally. The house analogies were silly, but fun to make, even though they rarely made sense - Asa looked nothing like a snake -...

Asa snorted at her, and laughed with her at a joke that quite commonly worked its way into their conversations. It became clear to him early on that they both enjoyed poking at each other, and he was very willing to continue with that - it was, after all, what he looked for in friendship...

Asa fluttered his eyes in response, though he really didn't have any powers. It was somewhat unfair being male, whilst he knew that females could have the awesome powers. He just had pretty genes, and nothing more. Having a pretty face, however, did always come in handy, he was sure, especially...

Asa remained slack in his chair as she took the liberty of 'correcting' his last name. His eyes were trained on the implement used the entire time though - a pen - something that he knew of, but had never actually taken the time to use. They were curious little things, and always struck him as...

Asa was here just as always. Obsidian Harbour was nice enough, though he was sure he would enjoy it more with Macy - but with his better half off sick, there was little that the Slytherin could do. He wasn't one to be a hermit, and had to get out and about even if it killed him. So, his first...

Slate.