Now who's keeping score~

[katelyn]

"That's not where I was aiming." Ally snapped. "Throw me in and I'll definatly put those pictures all over the school." She shot back. She glared over at a few fifth year guys who were whistling, and gave them the finger.
Hmmm. She considered grabbing her wand and hexing him but....no, he'd be able to stop her for sure.
Then she saw someone looking at them with particular interest. Ally swore under her breath. "You know, Dammy, if you don't put me down then Rita whatever-her-name-is over there will have the whole bloody school thinking we're dating by Potions class tomorrow morning." She mentally winced. "And I know you'd hate that just as much as I would."

[Dea]

Damocles' eyes widened.
"No way. Skeeter? That would not be good. And as if I'd ever date you," He teased, putting her down and stepping out of kicking range.

That Skeeter was one from rumors, though.
She'd once spread that Sirius Black was gay.
Ha, as if.

But really.
Maybe it was safer to just leave Ally...
Well, out of the lake.

[katelyn]

Ally rolled her eyes. But she was slightly relieved. At least he'd put her down. She wouldn't get her chance to kick him, though. He'd kill her for sure. That part could wait. She opened her mouth to call him an ass, but found herself swearing instead. "Oh, fuck." She said, sitting down and leaning against the tree. "Too late."
Skeeter had left. God dammit. She was probably off telling everyone she passed that 'Crub and Belby were getting rowdy by the lake!' or something equally stupid. "If a rumor starts going around the school about us, I'm going to murder you. You do know that, right?"

[Dea]

...
Too late?
Oh god.
No.
No no no.
"Too late? Shit. This is not good. Not good, Ally!"
Blame him?
"I'd blame you. It's your fault."
What? It made sense in his world.
She'd started it, anyway.

"And if a rumor does go 'round the school, I'm heading to Albania."
He could buy a little shack, have some daisies out around the front.
Wait.
Daisies?

[katelyn]

Ally rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Your fault." She muttered. She glared up at him. "How can you blame me?" She demanded. "You're the one who lifted me, remember?"
Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. There was Skeeter. Talking to a big group of sixth years. And they'd all occasionaly look over in their direction and smile. "I hate you." Ally stated. "I hate you sooo much." She picked up a small pebble from the ground next to her and threw it, hitting her mark - his head.

[Dea]

"You're the one who took a picture of my ass/goat tail. I say you secretly like me, to be honest, therefore, it's your fault," he teased.
Then a flying pebble hit his head.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for!" He asked indignantly, rubbing his forehead.