In Character Chat 1

Heather gave a giggle and shrugged, yet she was still smiling, "I get like this - I'm not sure why... But yeah! I'm happy, and thats great, right?" Heather shrugged again. "I don't have much to be all depressed about, do I? Plus, I have your company right now," she smiled happily.
"And come on! Who is she?" Heather giggled and began to poke him until he spoke up.

"Yes," he said. "It's great." He smiled. "Ouch," he said when she poked him again. He laughed and caught her hand. "Cut that out!" he said playfully. He paused, then spoke up again. "You know you're the only love of my life, Heather." He was obviously joking, giving himself away with his huge grin. "How could I ever think about another girl?" he cleared his throat, and laughed. "But yes, I have found a girl."

"Cut what out?" she smirked and took her hand away from his, when from the other hand, she slyly poked him. Heather laughed, "I'll stop now, I promise"
"Aww, Serg," Heather jokingly tilted her head to the side at her soft sounding voice, with her hand on her chest where her beating heart was. "Touching, but it makes me sad that you've found a girl," Heather teasingly turned so she was sat on the couch normally, not facing him, with her head lowered in sadness. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, "you going to tell me, Serg? Or would I have to annoyingly poke it out of you?" Heather bounced back into a kneel with a smirk, and her index fingers on both hands ready for the poking to commence.
"C'mon! Tell me who the lucky girl is, Serg? I'm going to find out sometime anyway, so there's now harm" Heather smiled down at him, waiting.

*bites her hand to stop herself from laughing*

IC posts must be a minimum of 25 words, that's only 8 :)

Edward walked in and noticed Katie hiding and trying to stifle laughter. He crouched down behind the sofa too. "Hey Katie," he whispered, tapping her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

she smiled, she was sitiing on an armchair towards the back of the room.. sergei hadnt seen her
"just listening... its pretty funny.. anywayy whats new with you?"

Sergei reached out and grabbed Heather's hands again. "No more poking! It won't get you anywhere." Sergei laughed. "What benefit do I get from telling you, hm?" He raised one eyebrow and smiled lopsidedly.

"Aww, Serg," Heather giggled even before she carried on "you wonna hold my hand? You should just ask, you know?"
Heather laughed, "oh, Serg, you can have whatever you like" she teased, where she placed her free hand on the arm of the couch, to lean into him. "And what is it that you want?" Heather whispered, bitting her lower lip as she tryed to hold back a laugh.

((OOC: BTW, Suba/Edward, I was RP'ing with Ed, because he was already in the room ¬_¬ Look back.))

Sergei tilted his head to the side, attempting to look extra cute. "I'll make sure to remember to ask you, Heather," he said. Heather leaned into Sergei. He didn't move back. He reached up slowly and brushed his fingers up her chin. "Whatever I like?" he asked. He tried not to laugh, but it was hard.

katie raised an eyebrow but ddnt say anything {let see where this goes}



(((( i need some more words to make 25... ok there you go .. muahahah)))))

((OOC: Why don't you try adding feelings, and things? Ramble a bit ))


IC:
Sergei's touch sent a shiver down her spin, making her press her lips together as she nodded. Heather then leaned further into him, "anything," she whispered into his ear trying not to giggle. Her index finger traced his jaw line lightly, as she leaned back a little.

Sergei smiled wolfishly, but moved back slightly. "On any other occasion but this one, I would have taken you up on your offer immediately." He laughed. "However, as the circumstances seem to stand, I am not exactly single any longer. And I'm actually pretty happy about it." His hungry grin faded into a regular smile. Sergei had wanted Heather for a long, long time, but fate had decided to play a trick on him. He wasn't going to cheat - yet. He would try to treat Katie properly, because she seemed almost too good to be true. Besides, Heather could wait a while. Sergei wasn't sure which girl would be better for him, but he wanted to get to know Katie more closely. "So, I'm afraid we'll have to wait, Heather." He laughed, and moved further back from her.

Heather laughed, "I know you're not single, Serg, but who said I was asking?" she raised an eyebrow as she pulled back, with a laughing smile. Heather laughed lightly again, and sat back down, normally, beside him.
She folded her arms, with a playful smile "pfft, we? Don't flatter yourself by thinking that we," her finger pointed back and forth a few times between them, "would ever happen." heather rolled her eyes, and quickly snapped out of it. She flicked his forehead and giggled, "I don't know why you wont tell me who this girl is, Ser... Oooh, it's not a girl is it?" Heather began to laugh and moved back from him, in case he would go for the attack. "No wonder you said about we, because it would never happen. Who is this lucky man?" Heather then burst into laughter. "Aww, I had no idea. You cover it up well," she bit her lip, trying to stop herself from laughing.

Sergei's smile faded slowly, into a somber expression. His muscles tensed, and he fought to control himself. He rolled his neck, and three cracks issued from his upper spine. "Don't you ever," he started, but had to pause. He cleared his throat, and began again. "Don't ever even joke about that. I don't care if you don't mean it." His hands were balled into fists. This was the one thing that he wouldn't tolerate, not even from a friend. He had his reasons for getting worked up over this, but those were reasons he would never share. He was absolutely sure about his sexuality, and it was not homosexual. "And why are you moving away from me? You know I would never hurt a girl, especially you."

With her eyebrows raised, and her eyes wide, Heather watched Serg heat up into a fury. "Wow, I'm ... I ... No idea how you felt on that ... subject."
She then shrugged at his last question, "people say things, but am I glad I'm a girl!" There was a pause before she spoke again, "I'm sorry Serg," Heather spoke quietly as she began to move back to were she was. It wasn't very often she would say sorry to anyone, because she felt there was no need. But in her eyes, there was for this.
"I mean that," her hand feel onto his thigh, but quickly took it off. "Woah, someone's still burning up!" she joked, making an excuse why she took her hand from him quickly.

Sergei sighed deeply, and closed his eyes for a second. Focusing on his breathing calmed him. He had been close to losing it... So close. He opened his eyes, and looked at Heather. Her apology sounded sincere. The rage left him, and he felt momentarily powerless. Why had he gotten so angry? He usually wasn't this touchy. He needed to control himself. Control. "It's alright, Heather," he said. He was happy that his voice sounded steady. Sergei knew that Slytherins didn't apologize very often, so this meant a lot. "Forget about it." He tried to sound cheery, but that didn't work out very well. Heather moved back to her seat, and touched Sergei's thigh. The contact felt... so human, for lack of a better word. She removed her hand, and Sergei knew that she was still scared of him. It hurt him slightly, but he deserved it. I'd be scared of myself too... he thought. He tried to smile at Heather's joke, but wasn't sure of how that went. "I'm fine now, Heather," he said, "don't worry."

"Well, sorry means I'll never do it again, and I'm gonna stick by that," Heather smiled, somewhat weakly and turned to look away. She glanced at him quickly, and opened her mouth to say something, but turned back away in fail.
Heather shook her head, wanting this to turn away to good, but its just didn't seem to, and if she tried she would feel stupidly awkward.
"I'll stand by your words that you're okay," she replied to him, "but ... I dunno, I've never seen you that angry that you would hex, or hit me ..." Heather swallowed and looked at him. She then smiled and placed her hand back onto his thigh, "You forgive me, right? And I'm sorry, lets move this awkwardness away, yeah?" There was a pause before she spoke again, sliding her hand away from him, "I'm kinda thirsty, do ya want a drink?" Heather then began to rise from the couch, looking at him for an answer.

Sergei sighed once again. He felt guilty for scaring Heather. He did not want friends as close as her to be afraid of him. "I forgive you, of course. Yeah, it's time to forget about this." Sergei smiled. He wasn't angry anymore. The adrenaline had left his bloodstream, and he was calm. Heather rose. "Yeah, I would like a drink, actually. Is there a sprite over there?" A mischievous grin spread across his face. He reached his hand inside his robes and held onto something.

"A Sprite?" Heather raised an eyebrow slightly, even more so at his grin, "I'll go see..." she turned around with a confused look upon her face, and as she walked over, she giggled with the confusion, 'odd boy ...'
When Heather got to the small bar which held many types of refreshments, her eyes scanned a few things when she then bent down looking for this sprite.
'He's gonna pull some bloody prank on me, or something ...' Heather glared at nothing, and before she stood with no drink, she grabbed the one she wanted.
There were many goblets and glasses lined up in two long cabinets along the wall. Heather grabbed a goblet and poured her drink, looking over at Serg, "I have no idea what you were on about, but what ever it was," she looked back at the full goblet and left the the jug of juice to the side, "it's not here"

Sergei laughed quietly. He could almost see the gears inside Heather's head turning as she thought about what he was up to. The truth was, he wasn't up to anything bad... Well, not bad exactly. She suspects nothing... Sergei thought. "No Sprite?" He said. He faked a pout, then grinned, and walked over to the refreshments table. He scanned the contents, and there really wasn't any sprite. "What the hell is this? No Sprite... I guess we'll have to make do with coke, huh?" He grabbed a bottle of coke, two goblets, and moved back to his seat. He glanced at Heather and gave her a grin. He unscrewed the bottle, and poured it out evenly into the cups. He tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder, and reached into his robes again. He pulled out a clear Poland Spring bottle, and unscrewed it. The mischievous look came back onto his face. He poured the Poland Spring bottle out into the two goblets, and swirled them around. He replaced the bottle in his robes, and stood up. He walked over to Heather, and took her goblet. "You don't need that." He said. He offered her one of his two goblets.

Heather watched him and shrugged, taking a sip from her drink. "I'm sure you can live, Serg," she smirked, looking over at him as she leaned against the counter which stored drinks. "And we? I have a drink," Heather rose her goblet more into his sight, because apparently he couldn't see it, or he had a memory problem.
She took another sip, watching him grab a bottle of Coke and two goblets. She wanted to ask about that odd grin on his face, but she didn't press the matter and continued with her drink, still leaning back on the counter.
With Serg back to where he was sat, Heather looked over seeing he was pouring the Coke into the two goblets, "why are you pouring them over there?" she asked slightly frowning, shock her head and looked away.
'He's up to something...' she thought as she looked out of the window, and when she went to turn back, Serg was back, standing in front of her to then take her goblet away. "What are you doing? I was drinking that... I know its not the best of drinks but..." she narrowed her eyes at Serg, and peered into the goblet he held out before her. "You haven't poisoned it, have you? Getting me back from earlier?" Her eyes looked back up at his eyes, hers still narrowed.
Never the less, she took it from him slowly, peering into it. Heather held it close, but she quickly held it near his lips, "you drink it first..."
Heather had her little reasons for this, she did have a little trust issue with others, even people close to her ... And with Serg acting odd, she had to make sure in some way.

Scorpius had to be absent for a long time. His family called him back to the minor right after an incident with the train. Now he was finally back. After unloading his trunk he made his way to the common room for the entire student body. 'Long time no see' he said as he saw familiar faces. he was grinning at Heather, the girl saved his life.

Heathers head turned as the door opened, seeing a familiar blond, grey eyed boy. He grinned at her, and she returned a smile not really knowing why he was grinning, "Why is everyone grinning today? Have I missed something?" She looked at Serg and back to Scorpius. "And it has been a long time. Where have you been, or what have you been up to?" she smirked slightly.

Scorpius shrugged looking at Heather, 'I have my own reasons for smiling, I can't answer for everyone...' he then placed his hands in the pockets of his trousers and started going back and force on his hills, 'I had some important business I had to attend. As my father is not doing as well as he should be, I have to be the head of the household. For now, Draco is helping me as I have to finish my education. And that is the reason for my absence. Have I missed anything?'

Sergei laughed at Heather's suspicion. She had always been this way, and he was used to it mostly. "I said I forgave you Heather, so there's no need to get you back." He smiled, and took a small swallow from her goblet. "Yes, yes, it's fine, see?" He pushed it gently back towards her, and held up his own goblet higher. "Cheers." He said, and took a drink. It felt nice, the cool taste of the coke mixed with the slight burning sensation in his throat as the liquid made its way down. He smiled at Heather again.
At that moment, the door opened, and Scorpius entered. Sergei turned and nodded to him, walking over for a handshake. "It's good to have you back. I trust everything is well now, since you're back?" Sergei asked.