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Angry? Sam asked himself as Tom suddenly asked him why he was so angry all the time, that question just made him even more angry if something. Annoyed he was ready to take the notebook, but then Tom just kept it in his lap and Sam let out a annoyed and frustrating sound and took the cigarette he had been tossed instead and threw himself down next to the other boy. Sure, he was a annoying wanker right now, but at least he was company and at least Sam had gotten out from class and away from all the staring looks, and here was such a quiet and calm place, so why not sit there for just a little while? Sitting down though his hand brushed Tom's side, but he didn't notice it much as he grabbed his wand from his right pocket and lit one cigarette he had taken from the package. "Shut up.. I'm not angry." He mumbled as he took his first smoke, enjoying the smoke filling his lungs for a moment and how he then blew it out through his mouth slowly, he leaned back against the three too and watched the cigarette between his fingers before he mumbled, the cigarette had calmed in down some, his mood was a lot easier to handle after it.

"Alright, maybe I am.. But you have nothing to do with why I am.. You're a Ravenclaw, you're on their side.." He took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly yet again as it looked like he was thinking really hard, then he suddenly said again. "And that is not a book of sin. You call writing your best friend's name all over again a sin? Of.. ex best friend, whatever." He glanced suddenly at Tom, from his face down to his lap, where his notebook laid, and for a while he was thinking of just taking it and then going from him as fast as possible, with the package of cigarette and his notebook, but then he didn't. It felt actually nice sitting here, it was getting darker outside, but he really didn't care, even if he was afraid of the dark, he was close to the castle and well strangely, Bradley next to him had a calming effect on him, something he hadn't had through the journals, but really had now, which annoyed him at the same time as he enjoyed it, Dean had been his calm point, where he could calm down and be himself, feel safe and so on, but not anymore, at as much anyway.. He stroke some of his hair away from his eyes and then he glanced at Tom again, asking. "If you get a few galleons, do I get my notebook back then without you going and telling half of your dorm?" He eyed Tom a bit more, then his free hand, the one not holding the cigarette, went from his own lap and over to Tom's ,gripping the back of the notebook, but just as he did so and was ready to get it up and to him, he stopped and pulled away, biting his bottom lip and wishing he hadn't just done that..