Kristoffer scratched nonchalantly at a bit of the dirt on the cover of the book he was holding (...that he'd stepped on), as though he were doing her a particular favour by it.
"Mm," he agreed, not really listening to the small-talk and pleasantries he'd encouraged of her. Instead, now that she'd stood up, Kris surveyed her anew, a sort of calming method against the anger with the world that had kept threatening to surface all through his summer since prefect letters had gone out.
It was, perhaps, lucky for her that she hadn't asked about his in return.
She had too-big teeth, made worse by the way she kept biting her lip and now smiling. But otherwise - not terrible. Huh. A bit on the young side, he thought, trying to recall her year. "What'll you be, a fourth year?" He said, screwing up his face momentarily to think. "Shame we'll never be in any classes together," Kristoffer added, un-screwing his face and relaxing his shoulders a little to pull himself up, "- I could use a pretty face like yours to distract me."
"Mm," he agreed, not really listening to the small-talk and pleasantries he'd encouraged of her. Instead, now that she'd stood up, Kris surveyed her anew, a sort of calming method against the anger with the world that had kept threatening to surface all through his summer since prefect letters had gone out.
It was, perhaps, lucky for her that she hadn't asked about his in return.
She had too-big teeth, made worse by the way she kept biting her lip and now smiling. But otherwise - not terrible. Huh. A bit on the young side, he thought, trying to recall her year. "What'll you be, a fourth year?" He said, screwing up his face momentarily to think. "Shame we'll never be in any classes together," Kristoffer added, un-screwing his face and relaxing his shoulders a little to pull himself up, "- I could use a pretty face like yours to distract me."
