Lurking About

[Andrew Bingham]

November 26th, 1884
8:00 pm

The students were already stuck in their common room for the night, so Andrew was being productive and doing homework—Muggle Studies specifically. He wasn't all that interested in muggles (not that he was prejudiced, he had no problem with them), but more so in their inventions. They always seemed to be coming up with the handiest of items. Perhaps wizards would one day create something other than just spells, portkeys, and new modes of transportation.

Maybe I should get my Ancient Studies book—maybe I can get something done there, he thought, getting up off his bed. He'd been tempted to march down to the common room to see if Jamesina was lurking, but decided that he didn't need a distraction. Well maybe... Peering around, Andrew moved from his chest and walked down the exit of the dorm and into the common room. He immediately searched for the vibrant red hair, and was disappointed when he didn't see it.

  

[Tamsin Skeeter]

Flipping casually through the latest edition of Witch Weekly Tamsin considered that she should probably be doing her Charms homework but somehow she couldn’t conjure up the same enthusiasm that she had for Divination or Music. At the moment she was instead perusing the beautiful pictures of Mrs Macmillan’s Halloween Ball and begrudging her parents their lowly status that she had no way of hearing first hand stories of the event. Gwyneth’s brother would have been invited, she thought bitterly, although her fellow Hufflepuff had said nothing. Perhaps she could ask Jack about it? His sisters and brother were terribly fashionable and surely they had attended?!

She glanced towards the stairs to the boys dormitory, willing the terribly handsome Lord John to make an appearance so she could flutter her eyelashes charming and wait for him to fall under her spell and come to talk to her, but he did not appear. Instead it was Andrew Bingham and it took Tamsin a moment too long to be rid of her smile, something she was sure he had seen and she blushed with irritation, looking away.

Damnit! Perhaps he would come over now? She ignored pointedly the small part of her that was intrigued by the thought and shot surreptitious looks at him under her lashes.