Bulletin Board

[Desiree Trask]

Desiree had quickly reached the empty room in which she requested that Owen meet her in. She'd set her bag down, pulling the letter back out of it and giving it another once-over. She never usually meant to get this worked up over big news, and was often not so jittery, but this was just a bit different than most things. She'd always wondered, truthfully, when her family would betroth her, but had not quite been expecting it. And she hardly knew Owen at all.

Surely it would be a little different had she been friends with him, or.. had they developed interests in each-other prior to this? The thought did not help rid the blush on her face, which persisted to last where it was. From what she had seen of Owen, he was always such a polite and lively boy, if a bit strange, but he wasn't unpleasant. One thing that did seem to present itself in her mind, was Timur's constant and very obvious dislike of the young Aakster. She didn't know why her fellow Ravenclaw hated the boy so much, but wasn't about to pry.

Feeling she might look jumpy or ridiculous when Owen happened to show up, she decided to sit atop the stray table she'd set her bag on, and folded the letter up in her lap. Not even finals had ever made her feel this nervous, and she knew it was a little absurd of her.

[Owen Aakster]

And that was the sight that greeted him when Owen finally entered the no longer empty room. Cute, he decided, definitely. Somehow, all manner of creatures suddenly became more adorable when they were lost or confused- and apparently Desiree was no different.

Still smiling- the expression never seemed to leave his face- Owen entered the room, giving the door a halfhearted push that failed to close it all the way. He didn't seem to notice.

"What did you want to talk about?"

Well, it was polite to ask. He guessed it was about the betrothal.

[Desiree Trask]

Desiree's eyes cast upward when Owen entered the room, and she tried to keep from shifting. She was one that had a knack for fidgeting or 'dancing around' absently when she was under stress or nervous. He still wore the same smile as ever, and she supposed that it came as somewhat of a comfort. He obviously wasn't upset, or something, so that helped.

"What did you want to talk about?"

She was certain he knew it was obvious- well, that was, if they really were in the same page here like she hoped. She tapped the letter on her lap without really thinking of the action, and cleared her throat awkwardly.

"I.. I was guessing you got a letter that said what you- .. we'd be doing over Christmas vacation," she replied, trying not to sound as lost as she was, and hoped to Merlin this was not just some big misunderstanding, or she'd be mortified, "a-and that our parents have decided that we're... betrothed."

[Owen Aakster]

"Oh! Well yes, I did. It'd be odd if the groom didn't find out he was the groom until the wedding, wouldn't it?" Owen patted his hip pocket, out of which his own letter poked.

"I think it'll be great fun, don't you?" He paused, smile fading slightly before he spoke again. "Do you suppose your family might like me? I'm certain Mother and Father like you, or they wouldn't have agreed to the betrothal."

Owen moved further into the room as he spoke, coming within normal conversational distance from Desiree. He clasped his hands behind his back to keep them from fluttering about while he spoke, as was their wont. The boy didn't seem anything but excited about the ordeal.

[Desiree Trask]

Owen's enthusiasm and cheerfulness about the newly revealed event to be was a little disarming to Desiree, but not at all unwelcome. It was putting to rest the notion that the Slytherin boy didn't like the idea- and most of all, didn't like her. That wouldn't have been a very good thing in this situation. A nervous smile pulled at the corners of her mouth in response to his humorous comment about being aware of the wedding, and she inclined her head in a way that said 'you have a point'.

"Do you suppose your family might like me? I'm certain Mother and Father like you, or they wouldn't have agreed to the betrothal."

Desiree studied Owen for a moment, as if thinking the question over. "... I'm sure my parents will like you just fine," she answered, before looking a little amused, "I think it's my siblings you'll have to worry about. I'm the youngest of six, and my brothers have always been fond of pestering and prying. You'll definitely have a lot of people to meet when you come over for the holidays."

[Timur Vankov]

Timur had kept a very safe distance from Owen after having followed him out of the Great Hall. He knew the Slytherin boy well enough to know that if Owen caught him spying or eavesdropping, he would be none too appreciative of it, or none too nice about it afterward. However, there had been no way that Timur was going to just wait when this involved Desiree. If Owen was doing something to her...

The Ravenclaw boy paused as he watched Owen enter through the door of an empty classroom, briefly looking quite disheartened when the door was pushed closed behind him- but as fortune had it, it stayed slightly ajar. He made an effort to travel down to corridor toward the room silently, straining his ears to try and hear anything. As he approached the barely open door, he briefly wondered if perhaps Owen hadn't followed Desiree, but that hope was dashed immediately when he heard the soft voice of the fifth year girl.

What the hell were they doing running off to an empty classroom alone? Timur felt suspicion crawl up his spine furiously. He stood as close as he dared to the door, knowing better than to try and look through the small opening, lest either of the people inside look over and see him. The voices were barely audible through such a thick door, so he positioned himself against the wall just next to the opening, out of sight.