RP The Lake

J: Nope, come here. I'm not gonna kiss you so don't worry.

M: Okay...

Millie went over to him.

J: Okay, hands on my shoulders.

Millie did as she was told. She looked like she was trying not to snigger.

James reluctantly put his arms around Millie's waist.

J: There.

M: And then you just...okay.

Awkward turtle.

M: Is that it?

J: Pretty much, yeah.

M: Okay. Cool. I can do that. Cool.

She drew away from James and gave him a shy smile.

M: Thanks. Dark Arts, then?

J: Defence against.

He corrected, holding out his hand to her.

M: You know what I mean.

She rolled her eyes at him, and looked at his hand before taking it and walking off to class with him.

James skipped with her exaggeratedly.

Amy sat under the tree, reading.

J: Amy!

A familiar voice sang. You could practically hear Jasmine's sneer.

Amy's head snapped up from her book.

Jasmine stood before her, hands on her hips. She had man hands. Sausage fingers.

J: I hope you haven't forgotten our deal.

Amy winced, and decided to lie again. It couldn't hurt.

A: There's nothing wrong with him!

J: Oh really?

She leaned down to whisper to Amy.

J: Miss Pepper, it has come to my attention by means of a close...informant, that a certain Remus Lupin has scars lining not just his torso but his entire body. Care to explain? And if you do continue to lie to me, then, well, I'm afraid I'll have to address the headmaster about you using magic in a 'harassing and/or dangerous, vicious, or malicious manner against another student.' As stated in the student handbook.

Her 'informant' was undoubtedly another one of her little boytoys.

A: I... I...

She shuffled back, putting her book down.

A: I can find out!

This was killing her.

J: That's more like it. You'd better find out, and soon. If I don't receive word by the concert, then I'm going straight to the headmaster. No warnings. Got it?

(Why does Jasmine want to find out again, I forget)

(She thinks she can use it to get them expelled)
(She's a moody bitch)

A: I'll try.

She hung her head.

(Oh alright)

J: Good. And no lies.

With a glare, Jasmine spun around on her heel, causing her hair to whip out. She marched away.

Amy kept her head down.

Millie sat up against a tree, thumbing through some book about Quidditch that she'd read about 50 times now.

Regulus slunk around in the trees.

M: Are you really doing the whole 'creeping in the shadows' thing again? I think you need a new entrance.

She called out to him without looking up.