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Who: Vinnie and Leon
Where/When: The Commons, after classes Monday
Rating: SFW for now (might not stay that way >.>)
Summary: Reading a book (YES I KNOW) in the commons, Vinnie ends up looking at SOMEONE

Vinnie had enough of being indoors. His mother had called about 5 times already telling him to go out and enjoy the southern weather since New York was experiencing lots of rain and ice and snow, and he was finally taking his mother's advice and going outside to see the sun for a bit.

He had brought a book with him. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. His eldest brother had lent it to him, and though it was reading, and not for school, Vinnie was actually enjoying it. He wanted to have a motorcycle one day. Maybe one that was somehow wizarding enhanced, like to have storage space under the seat to put whatever he wanted to take with him. Or to have a Muggle police radar breaker. Or something cool like that. Not that he was really good at charms like that, but he was sure he knew a couple people who might be.

Pondering his future on a hog, Vinnie's mind wandered as he read, not really seeing the words anymore.

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mightbeclever From: [info]mightbeclever Date: February 8th, 2011 09:26 am (UTC) (Link)
What went on in Leon Shaw's head on even given day was never very clear to most of the people around him. He was a stand-offish prick as far as most were concerned, and even freshmen seemed to take wide berth of him when they approached. He supposed to make Gael's life hell too, but he usually didn't put extra thought into it. As far as he was concerned? He liked it this way- the way that said no one would bother him at all.

So he never really worried about running into people, which made it easy to bury his nose in his ipod, headphone stuffed into his ears as he flipped from one artist to another. He wasn't sure what he wanted to listen to, and he wasn't sure why he couldn't decide either. Stopping in the grassy area, he made a face at his ipod, relatively sure no one would spare him much more than a glance as he flipped another album cover out of his way in search of just that song he wanted to hear.

He was certain it had to exist.
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