- Messages
- 89
- OOC First Name
- Claire
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 6/2035
Phineas didn't really have any business being on the fourth floor corridor. Lessons were over for the day, and it was almost time for dinner, which meant technically he was heading in the wrong direction. Yet some inexplicable force carried him up the stairs, as if his unconscious knew before he did that he wanted to see Alice. He didn't think about her that much. But when he did, he felt sort of fluttery inside, like he was about to blurt out something stupid or fall on his face. Hardly a feeling he wanted to reproduce, yet it was pleasant in its own funny way. He felt happy when he looked at Alice - across the classroom, across the hall, across the courtyard. And she was pretty. That definitely had something to do with it. Actually, that had a lot to do with it. She was beautiful; he could have stared at her all day if he wasn't worried she would notice.
Anyway, he was strolling down the fourth floor corridor as casually as he was able, hands loose in his pockets, admiring the view from the tall windows that overlooked the great lawn. When he reached the door at the end, he turned around and came back the other way. She had to come out eventually - unless she wasn't in, which he hadn't really planned for. Just one more length, he decided, and then he would head down to the great hall and see if he could 'accidentally' bump into her there.
Anyway, he was strolling down the fourth floor corridor as casually as he was able, hands loose in his pockets, admiring the view from the tall windows that overlooked the great lawn. When he reached the door at the end, he turned around and came back the other way. She had to come out eventually - unless she wasn't in, which he hadn't really planned for. Just one more length, he decided, and then he would head down to the great hall and see if he could 'accidentally' bump into her there.