Slytherin Common Room

Parker smiled. "I draw things like I see them. Usually. You guys look better as a couple, anyway."

Jordyn rubbed his temples. Angie laughed. "Maybe." she smiled at them. She heard a door close and turned to see a boy who didn't look like he wanted to be here.

Parker looked up, and smiled at the boy. He looked rather displeased. Hmm.

Angie went back to Parker. "I don't know how you see it but I'm sure Jordyn here has some issues with that." she grinned at him. Jordyn put on a look of frustration. "Yeah why would you depict that?" and then when Angie looked back toward the boy he winked.

Parker stifled a laugh, grinning as she winked back. "I guess I'm just crazy."

Jordyn smiled at Angie, "Yeah must be." he laughed. Angie didn't get it, but she shrugged.

Parker laughed suddenly, and Angie looked at her strangely. "Sorry." she said, lightly.

Jordyn laughed too. "I don't get it." Angie said looking around.

Parker smiled. "You're not supposed to."

"Really what's so funny?" she asked Parker and Jordyn.

"Nothing, really." Parker said.

"Oooookay." she looked at them, questioning their sanity.

((sorry stephenie meyer that line was just to perfect))

Parker laughed again. "I promise Jordyn's not crazy. Me, that's a different story."

She had absent mindedly touched Jordyn's chest, desire rippled through him at her touch, "Are you sure, I think he's fairly insane.." she giggled.

Parker looked at Jordyn and giggled. "Yeah, you could be right."

Damian fiddled with the guitar pick in his pocket, his favorite bright green one Andrea had thrown at him in Fourth year, during Defense Against The Dark Arts. He hurried to the stairs, knocking his head on the doorway in the process. He cursed in German, andran to the dorms.

[[... He's German, BTW.]]

"That was...strange." Parker said. "I don't think I've ever seen him before."

Angie looked after him. Poor Guy. "Hey...You, person, hey you wanna hang with us?" she asked hopeful. The more friends the better.

"So who are you?" Parker asked, beginning a sketch.

Angie looked at him curiously.

Jordyn just stared he knew who he was, being in a house with the same people, after six years you have issues. Damian Miller, but he wasn't going to say anything.

She smiled, almost mockingly, at his unfriendly tone. "Parker."