From: princess93	Date: November 30th, 2010 11:54 am (UTC)		(Link)

Amber's locker was mostly a miniature dressing room. The door was weighed down by a big mirror, and the shelves contained perfume, about five different shades of lipstick, spare mascara, a sequined shrug for sudden cold snaps, a different sequined shrug in case the other one didn't go with her outfit for the day, a mohair scarf, a neck scarf, a pair of ballerina flats in case heels became too much, half a box of condoms, a squashed beret, and an umbrella.

Oh, and her school books.

Given that she only carried around the teeniest of bags, she had to visit her locker between every class to change books for different subjects. On the one hand, it was a pain in the ass, but on the other it was a surefire way to keep looking perfect the whole day long. It also usually made her the last in the locker hall, but not today. Today dearest Future-Serial-Killer was there too.

She moved to his side so quickly it was almost as if she had Apparated. "So you're pretty good at Latin, huh?"

	From: formaldehyde	Date: November 30th, 2010 12:12 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Yes?" Ben replied simply, a brief raise of his eyebrows the only thing to show that he was incredibly startled. Although it had been plainly obvious that Ben was good in Latin class. Mr. Lattimer had even stopped calling on him because it was obvious that he knew the answers.

He inched away from her slightly, grabbed a book from his locker and shut the door. Maybe it was time for a hasty exit?

"What about it?"

From: princess93	Date: November 30th, 2010 12:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"It's just, impressive is all. Latin's really hard."

The only Latin Amber knew was 'menage a trois' and she was pretty sure she learned that from TV, not class.

"I have so much trouble confiscating the verbs and stuff. Do you think I could like, study with you some time?"

	From: formaldehyde	Date: November 30th, 2010 12:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"What?" Ben blinked at her, resisting the urge to cringe. He swallowed audibly, immediately looking at the floor. Even after he'd started playing quodpot, he wasn't used to cheerleaders trying to talk to him. It was still unnerving.

"...I think you mean conjugate."

From: princess93	Date: November 30th, 2010 12:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Oh, right." She giggled. "See? I could really use some one-on-one tutoring."

	From: formaldehyde	Date: November 30th, 2010 12:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Yeah, probably." Ben nodded, slightly smiling and glancing up at her and then back at his shoes again. Though she was short, so it didn't do so much as averting his eyes went.

"I don't really study... but if you need help I guess...?" He cringed, not even properly finishing his sentence.

From: princess93	Date: November 30th, 2010 12:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She grinned broadly. "That is so awesome of you, thank you!" She bounced up flirtatiously. "I promise I'll do my very best."

	From: formaldehyde	Date: November 30th, 2010 01:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I.. okay. Uh. Cool." Ben attempted to smile at her, albeit weakly. It looked more like he was in physical pain.

Surely, anyone who was watching them have this conversation was.

Ben glanced around.

They were alone in the hallway.

"I'll see you tomorrow... then." Now was the time to escape.