Forgotten Broom Closet

"I must of spaced out. Sorry... So should we just wait outside a bit before class starts?"

"I suppose we're a bit early..."

Rashell was staring at them disgustedly from the end of the hall. Brooke was smiling. "Aw. Cuute!"

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"Only a bit." Amanda sat down beside the door of the classroom and read her poetry book. Ignoring the two girls.


-w- the one with see trhough pages.

Wallace wondered where Clyde got to.

Clyde walked by whistling, walking slowly to his next class.

"Thanks for ditching me, buddy!"

"I don't enjoy watching underclassmen make out." Clyde teased.

Amanda didn't look up from her book.

Wallace threw his arm around Clyde's shoulders. "We weren't, bud. We weren't." He sighed, and led him away. "I suppose you're a bit jealous...?"

Amanda packed her bag away and sighed. "It's over. Yay."

Clyde blinked. "What about her?"

"Not of her, of course, of me! Clyde. Pal. You've got no game."

"You're such a jerk..."

"I'm not a jerk, I'm just smooth. What do you do? You facepalm, you trip, you blush, you get accused of rape..."

"At least I'm not caught with another poor, clueless girl every five seconds."

"What? I've never done that."

"What happened to that girl last week?"

"What girl...?"

Clyde face palmed. Then tripped.

Then fell on a first year. Who slapped him and ran off.

"Case and point... Clyde, I'm so sorry..."

Clyde got up and sighed. "I'd bet ten gallons that Amanda will hate you after a month or less."

"I accept your bet, but I'll have you know I will not lose." He smirked.

Clyde stared at him and grinned. "You'll have to pay be ten gallons if you loose. But, alright. Deal... Seems like you're already going to be paying me tomorrow but..."

"Oh, don't be a fool. See you in Astronomy."

"Cya... Hey one thing. Why did you say you were in her house... Your Gryffindor?"

"What?"