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[Tommy Sanchez]

Well hadn't this proved to just be quite the interesting day? It was one of those adventures were everything you thought wouldn't happened had a way of clawing it's way into life, and the boring things you had been prepared for seemed a lifetime away. He liked the feeling very much, and as he watched the Ravenclaw try in vain to push her swollen lip back down, he couldn't help but let a laugh escape from him. It was adorable. He watched her as the book lashed out for attention, actually attacking its owner and he burst out laughing. "Now you see that? That is why I don't believe in studying! All that shit about it being harmless is a lie, my books will try to beat my ass! I don't need that." Watching as she moved forward to see why the book had attacked her, Tommy watched as the damn thing snarled! What the fuck were they teaching in this place!?

He couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her again, for being a girl with absolutely no experience in driving men mad, she was doing a damn fine job. Her movements were graceful and well placed, her body moving just as she commanded her. Her smile was sweet and intoxicating. Everything about her was driving him mad, and it was a twisted kind of beautiful to him. It was something new, something he had never felt; not eve for Lizzie and he had dated her for years! She was playing him whether she knew it or not, controlling him slowly, and as he felt her gaze linger down to his lips, as he saw her eyes starring upon his mouth he knew what was to happen in that moment, but did he dare? Did he think she trully wanted another kiss, or was she simply lost in the moment? He did think she wanted more, or simply was confused and curious? It was in his pondering that he realized he honestly didn't care which one it was; all he knew was what he wanted. And what he wanted was before him, wearing a look of beauty.

He gripped her wrist lightly, not hard enough to hurt her, but enough pull her into his grip. None of it was dangerous or threatening, none of it screaming of a warning for her to get away. He had practice about how to come off harmless in his actions. Leaning down he kissed her again, his hands still holding her wrists absentmindedly as his dark eyes slid closed, lost in the moment. She tasted sweet, her mouth was warm against her, just as her body way. He pressed his form against her, loving the way she felt against him, loving how it felt and for a change he liked that he actually enjoyed the feeling of a female against him. Letting go of her wrists he lowered his head, his lips pulling away from hers before he smiled another time. "Well if the first was only average, I just can't allow myself to be beat by a Ravenclaw. That just wouldn't be right, now would it? So how would you rank me on the second attempt? Was it better?"

Secretly inside, he had screamed at the remark when she had said average, because only one thing came to mind. Only one other Ravenclaw willing to do the wrong; Shane. Shane and his damned buddy Zeke. Two of the only guys in the school willing to stand up against any Slytherin bully, any day. And they always came out on top to boot! Bastards.

[Orlaith Pallett]

When she watched him laugh, a smile upon her face, Orlaith found it very weird comparing the Tommy in front of her, and the rumours of his womanizing she heard in her dorm. Of course there were rumours, this was highschool she was on about. The girls in her common room would often lay down in writing the five hottest guys in the school, and let me tell you he was on it. They'd swap stories, not really caring about who heard, after all shagging equals popularity. Orlaith did hear. And she also knew that when he walked down the corridor, girls would watch him swagger past and exhale large bouts of air. She herself had admired him from afar, very afar, her naivety never leading her to believe he could ever look at her the way he was doing right now. She grinned at him, then sneered at the book, giving it one long push to the other side of the bench. She heard the cover snap back shut and murmur something, but Orlaith took no notice, instead letting out a shiver. She turned to Tommy and tilted her head, fingers playing in her reddy-brown hair. "What do you actually do around here? I mean. All us Ravenclaws know is study, eat, sleep. Then we study sleeping and eating. Don't tell me; lie, cheat, steal? Break girl's hearts and break things in general?" She raised her eyebrow playfully, her fingers moving boldly to his knee cap and drumming softly.

When she returned her eyes from her fingertips to his eyes, she found herself captivated by the way he gazed back at her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and resisted an urge to shudder from thrill. Orlaith gazed up at him, a soft smile on her lips, eyes twinkling with the earlier teasing and the understanding of their current situation, but her oblivious attitude to his real feelings still struck hard. And then when he took her wrist, she felt herself move toward him instantly, body caving toward him. Her inexperience was completely shattered at this moment, and her whole nervous anxiety flew right out the window. Using the thumb on the hand he had hold of, she drew tiny circles on his wrist, pressing against him when she felt the muscles through their shirts. She hadn't meant it to be sexual, she was just exploring.

When he moved back, she found herself licking the rims of her lips and smiling once again. She said nothing for a second, just staring at him with something akin to hunger in her eyes, before she murmured happily, "It was... Ok. Third time lucky." At the end bit, she moved toward him, instigating the kiss herself for once. He'd let go of her hands, so she slipped them onto his shoulders, having to stand on her tip-toes in order to reach his mouth. The kiss she gave was gentle and short, and as soon as she'd pressed her lips against his, her eyes fluttered open again and she moved back, biting down a smile and looking up at him coyly.

He was of course, the best she'd ever had, but she knew the man's ego didn't need boosting at all. Orlaith held back a laugh, enjoying this playful side of her being able to come out within this circumstance, a situation she'd usually run away from. There was something so magnetic about Tommy that she couldn't actually leave if she wanted to.

[Tommy Sanchez]

Well, it had taken a bit of doing and a can do attitude, but he had broken her down past the point of her shy exterior and helped her get rid of that whole inexperience thing she had that was making her so scared to try anything. She had been a good kisser, even more so for the fact she boasted of barely having any real experience. As she had pressed herself against him it had felt amazing, and looking back on it the memory was a humorous one because he knew Orlaith had actually had no intention of making a move so sexual, something that would drive him quite so mad. As he pulled away from her, he watched as her tongue lightly licked the edges of her mouth, a move he found incredibly seducing, though he wondered if she knew that. Probably not, when you lacked experience you began acting purely out of instinct, letting the body take over and do what it thought was right.

As he looked at her, he couldn't help but laugh when she still announced just how far he was from still being her best. Damn, he guessed that was just an invitation to keep trying harder, right? Well, he had been right, or atleast partially, in his thinking. When he heard the word Third uttered, he had grinned preparing to kiss her again, the thought exciting, however she had beat him to the punch. She had come to him, her hands running across his shoulders, she had kissed him and it had been horrible. However, not in the sense the kiss had been a terrible one, but the fact how quickly she had been gone. She was growing to like her new sense of freedom, he could feel it, but then who really hated kissing? Even more so when the object of your affection was beautiful? And this time that statement went both ways. Orlaith herself was amazing. Her face gorgeous, her body stunning, her smile perfect. It was easy to fall for a girl like her. Then of course their was Tommy, and I mean come on. Just look and you knew why that was a good match. Yep, their was that ego of his shining through.

"Hmm, what do Slytherins do? Well aside from each other, we really enjoy our freedom. Whatever sounds fun to us, we go for. If drinking sounds like a ball, we throw a party in our Common Room. If we fancy a fight, we go find some Gryffindors who need knocked off their high horse. We enjoy cheating and lying, to see if we can best one another through more devious means, and to see if we can pull one over on a Professor or two, which is alot easier then one would think. But I would have to think you are correct. Our girls love breaking the hearts of boys, our boys love breaking the hearts of girls; and when our boys and girls get together we love breaking the bed." Grinning at the dirty joke to end his little speech he laughed lightly and watched the movements of the shorter Ravenclaw. "It's a hell of a lot more fun then studying. Though I will admit we do enjoy our fair share of eating and sleeping. Look at our table some morning in the Great Hall, it's like a fight to the last morsel of food. But I believe that's because we are all growing boys." Grinning at his words he shrugged. He knew that he himself could out eat most of his friends, he just loved food!

Looking at her again, he found himself getting lost in her once again, and then he found himself getting all kinds of excited for their date later that night. It sounded like it would be one hell of a time! She knew exactly how to have fun, she just needed someone to let her out of her cage, and Tommy was happy to be the one holding the keys to let her out.

[Orlaith Pallett]

"Well you Slytherin's do live a terrible life." Her voice turned into a low drawl, grinning back at him, a laugh escaping her at the 'breaking beds' comment. "Are you a fighter?" She asked him, now quieter somewhat, but her eyes showed interest as she gazed up at the taller man. Her hands lightly rested on his arms, feeling the biceps below her skin, and she resisted the urge to squeeze the muscle there. Moving away from him, she lent against the window frame, feeling warm in the closed off tower. Her hand raised to fan her face, the sun blaring down and straight onto her shoulder. In the distance, she heard the school bell ring for lunch, and if on cue, her stomach gave a low growl. In embarrassment, she slapped a hand on the offending subject, glancing down at her belly then back to him, shrugging lightly. "I stayed up late trying to get this potions thing right, so I slept in and missed breakfast." She guessed on top of her underlying hunger, it was the mention of food that set off the little monster in her tummy.

Orlaith's eyes moved back to Tommy, and from where she stood she could take in the whole of him. His wit amazed her, the way he could get out little one liners that made her burst into laughter was undeniably attractive, and on top of this his arrogance struck her as appealing. She knew why she felt so drawn to him; it was her obsession with bad boys. And not only was the male in front of her a leader of that category- he was that category. But right now, when he was stood in front of her looking so soft and sexy, she couldn't imagine the dangerous side of him; the side that beat up Gryffindors or broke girl's hearts. She was unsure of what he thought of her, for all she knew he could be playing the girl like a fiddle, but she did know what she thought of him- and it was all positive and dark. She also decided that he looked much sexier with stubble. So she told him so.

Her head was tilted to the side, hair falling about her shoulders and catching the rays coming through the window. Her skirt looked brighter in the sun, and her blue and silver tie lay low on her chest. "I was glad when I was sorted into Ravenclaw," She declared, "Gryffindor's red makes my hair look ginger, Hufflepuff's yellow makes my skin ashy and green- Green makes me look like a Christmas Tree." Her fingers twirled the tie around their knuckles, her gaze settled on him, a smile upon her lips. She was a girly girl, she supposed, which is why she cared so much about not looking like a complete fool. Her gaze dropped to her little ankle boots, encasing tiny feet. They were such nice shoes, she could care less if she got a detention for them. They were shoes to beworn.

[Tommy Sanchez]

What the hell was that? Did half the castle just collapse? Nope, his eyes looked to the stomach of Orlaith, a single eyebrow cocking to an angle as a bemused smile played across his lips. "You know we could always go down to the Great Hall if you are that hungry. I mean we don't have to go get any food, but right now I'm alittle freaked out that if I make a sudden move you make come at me and try to eat me. And the thing about me is I like being alive, I like it alot." Smiling he sat back down in the chair he had pulled up to the bench, and propped his feet up on the bench. "There is just a whole hell of a lot of fun things to do while you are alive, and well once you are dead all those fun things kinda go right out the window, you know?" Looking back at her, he held one hand out indicating that she was infact, exhibit A. "I mean, look at you. If you were to eat me alive right now, who would be left to bask in the rays of your beauty? You would be a Goddess void of her followers because of simple hunger. My dear, that's a bad way to lose your audience." Grinning he dropped his hand down to his side.

He honestly wondered just what it was Axel would say when he found out what Tommy had spent his afternoon on, and what he planned on spending his night with. For the most part Axel was pretty accepting of any decision Tommy made, but their were those rare times that he let the rivalry kick in; and it happened all the more with a girl involved. Crossing his arms over his chest, he thought about the chances of Axel coming after Orlaith. It was insane to think about, though he wasn't too worried about the Ravenclaw actually ditching him for his buddy. She had said herself she didn't have much experience with guys and dating, so it was highly unlikely she would turn around and play two of the schools biggest players. Gazing at her, he found himself wondering more and more about her. He knew next to nothing about her, honestly, and it was starting to annoy him. All he knew was that she was beautiful, she was here, and she liked him. Then again, that was more then enough for the time being!

Nodding, he listened to her explanation about how the colors were so important and how different shades made her look different. He honestly had no idea what the fuck she was talking about. If he had been in Hufflepuff did that mean he would look green too? Well, whatever being in Slytherin did for his look, he guessed he didn't look bad in green, black, and silver; though with that killer color combo who could look bad? Grinning he spoke, his eyes locked onto hers, the suns rays that shone in through the window doing all the more to magnify the effect she already had on him. " Well, whatever it is about Ravenclaw sure has done wonders for you. You look amazing in those House colors, that I am damn sure of." Smiling he put on a face that made it look like he was completely focused, then he sighed and smiled, "I tried to picture myself dressed as a Gryffindor, but every time I always killed myself before I could actually see. Oh well!"

[Orlaith Pallett]

"Food! Yes that sounds good." Orlaith's eyes opened wide and she bent her knees, hands together as if in pray. Her hand then returned to her stomach, and she patted it softly, whispering sweet nothings and promises of big pieces of cake. And she wondered why she was a loner in this place. Turning her look back on him, she shrugged, before picking up the herbology book and brushing past where he sat on the chair. Her fingers pulled at his shirt lightly, trying to drag him toward the door, but her height combined with her weight made her strength slim to nothing, and he wasn't the smallest guy either. She bounced up and down on the spot a bit, her little heels making clicking noises against the wooden floors. Her tummy made it's scary noise and she groaned. "If you take me for some chips I might not eat you... I suppose." Her eyes were glinting with joyful malice, as she kept her soft tugs at his shirt.

At his description of her being a 'Goddess' she cocked up one side of the mouth and shook her head. "You must be mistaking me for someone else. For I am full of flaws. For example." She moved in front of him and pointed at her stomach, lifting her shirt just slightly to prove her point, and at that exact moment, said stomach let out a large grumble." Orlaith smiled, pulling down her shirt and tapping it gently. "And also!" She moved to place her Herbology book in front of him, "I can't keep control of a leaf." The leaf she was speaking of hissed. "Then there's the fact I'm a complete and utter loser." She chewed on her lip, before scrunching her nose and looking at him, "Why the hell did I just tell you all that? See. I'm thick." She beamed a mega watt smile at him, before returning to her spot next to the door.

"Harry Pothead was a Gryffindor and he saved our lives." Orlaith spoke with a certain childish quality, before sending him a joking wink. "I'd be a goner had I been 'known' as a Witch back then. How very dramatic." She rolled her eyes, before moving back in front of the much taller man. She paused a second, wanting to say something that fled her mind, before her stomach interrupted her thoughts with a loud jeer. With shocked eyes, she peered down at the offending target, before back to Tommy. "Is this healthy? Maybe I should get Madame Pommers' to have a look at it."

[Tommy Sanchez]

Watching as her stomach once again demanded attention, laughed as she began pulling on his shirt, trying to move him, though they both knew damn well he wasn't going anywhere unless he decided to. The whole scene made him think of his dear little Sister, Maria. She did this quite alot, demanding he go somewhere he didn't really want to. He looked up with bored eyes as Orlaith continued to tug on him. However, he heard yet another angry rumble from that stomach of hers, causing him to finally stand and look down at her. "Fine, we can go get you fed, but only becasue every extra second I spend with you, things get more and more terrifying." Eyeing her stomach warily, he smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, before brushing past her and making his way towards the. Great Hall the next stop on his march!

Looking over his shoulder at her, he spun around, walking backwards as he spoke, "Nothing is wrong with you. You are hungry, it happens. Are you one of those people that gets freaked out about every little thing your body does?" As he asked the question he thought about that. He tried to imagine himself as a hypercondriac, and he just couldn't! He still had cuts on his body from years ago, cuts he could barely even recall getting. He ate anything, not thinking about if it was infected with a parasite or some kind of disease. Hell, as a prank he had woken up to find a dead raccoon laying on top of him. Sure, the prank had been alittle morbid, but it had been funny as hell when Axel marched in asking if anyone knew where his pet raccoon was. Well, it had been funny for a second atleast! Ahh, Slytherin boys, they really all where dipshits.

Turning around he made his way down the stairs, and made a quick check around to see if investigate the possibility of a Slytherin or two lurking about. Thankfully the coast was clear and they were good to go. It wasn't that Tommy was ashamed to be with Orlaith, no that wasn't it at all! It was the fact that it Lizzie, Malfoy, or any of the dumber of the Slytherings saw him with a Mudblood they would probably try to crucify her. Those idiots always managed to look past the fact that he, himself was a muggle born, and only focus on when others were. Though Tommy was fairly certain if any Slytherin tried to lay a finger on Orlaith he would snap in a scary kinda way. Oh well, it would have been their fault to begin with! "Come on, woman! If you take all day I'm gonna personally eat every morsel of food just to make sure you have nothing left for yourself or that beast in your stomach!"

[Orlaith Pallett]

Orlaith said nothing the whole time they descended the stairs, Herbology book under her arm. She walked a meter away from him, casting her eye across the Quidditch pitch, her hand reached up to shade her gaze from the sun. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, a bit stuck for something to say. Her hands played with the leaves on her textbook, which were now emitting a purring noise. She was accustomed to the strangeness of the leaves. She opened her mouth to speak to him, but slowly closed what she was going to say and turned her head away. She had seen the way he glanced around before leaving the staircase, and couldn't help but wonder if he was ashamed of being seen with her. She was, after all, a bit of a mystery. Running her fingers down the soft skin of her arm, she cast her eyes back to the large Slytherin tower and realized how much safer she felt up there, out of the eye of her peers. For a second she even considered running back. Internally giving herself a big smack, she cast a sneaky look at Tommy under her lashes. He seemed bored with her.

"Why aren't you being an arsehole to me?" Her words were quiet, and she found her arms sneaking around herself, folding together and creating a psychological barrier between them. She pursed her lips and looked back in the direction of the Whomping Willow, covered in leaves and vibrating furiously. She ignored it, putting it down to silly list first years who underestimated the power of the great plant. The Ravenclaw in her resisted the urge to flick open her book and search out the powerful tree. But for now, she concentrated her attention on matter's at hand, and more importantly, to avoiding his gaze. She didn't want to seem like a complete dweeb, or a pushover, and felt an underlying need to impress him, which she had come to the conclusion she was not doing.

A light breeze pushed her hair across her face, and she stopped for a second, putting her book between her legs and pulling an elastic band from around her slim wrist. Using fingers to rake back her tresses, she combed the hair into a messy bun, leaving a couple of strands and her fringe pushed to the side of her face and revealing little diamond earrings she had been given by her parent's last Christmas. They were real, and she treasured them like you wouldn't believe.

[Tommy Sanchez]

Now why wasn't being the worlds biggest dick to her? Wasn't that just the milliond dollar question. Leaning against the door frame that led out of the Slytherin Tower, he looked upon her. He could tell the question was a hard one for her to ask, even as the words had left her mouth she had drawn her arms about herself in a last ditch effort to create a sense of protection. Smiling lightly at the question he shrugged lightly in response, eyes locking upon hers as a small smile parted his mouth. This one was different, instead of showing great humor, or conveying a sense of happiness and amusement, it was one of understanding and compassion. Pushing himself off the edge of the doorway, he walked forward, his strides slow and deliberate as he moved. So, she was worried this was all just a game to him? That she was nothing more then something to entertain himself with until something shinier, prettier caught his eye? Well, having thoughts like that in her head wouldn't work. No, sir.

Stopping just before her, watching as she pulled that beautiful mane of hers back, he extended one hand, his fingers gently traveling under her chin to lift her gaze to meet his own. "Why question such things, Orlaith? Would you prefer them different? Would you prefer I treated you with less respect?" Tilting his head to the side, his eyes shining with understanding and a knowledge of such matters, with something harder for her to understand. " Or is it you have heard things about me that make you uneasy with me? Worried that you are merely another conquest, another story to tell the lads? Well, if that is what you think, all that I ask if you cast all other notions from your mind and think about how I have treated you, how I have spoken. I ask you to dwell upon our run in, our conversations; and draw your own conclusions and to weight them against what you have heard. If you think it is enough of an answer for you, then I will not quesiton you. However, if you think I am too dangerous, not worth the risk, so be it." With that he spun around, walking away.

"If you are to chose to distrust me, stay in my Tower and wait for another of my kind to come across you. See if they are something more fitting to you. However, if you think I am worth the risk, worth taking the chance, I will be waiting for you in the Great Hall." Passing throught the doorway of Slythering Tower he walked out into the corridor, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans as he went, his eyes still shining with that odd look he seldom took. It was usually only seen when he spoke such true feelings to Maria, when he either fought with his sister or protected her from his parents. Only in moments where his true self shown through the mirrors of arrogance and self-love. His strides were short enough, slowly timed, so that if the Ravenclaw decided to come to him, she could easily catch up, she could easily regain the ground. However, if Orlaith was to remain in the Tower, so be it...though he greatly hoped such things wouldn't happen that way.

[Orlaith Pallett]

His reply was one that puzzled her no end and caused her eyes to look upon him questioningly. She watched him stride off, and a small breath flew into the air, accompanied by a sound that portrayed her confusion at how the situation had changed so dramatically. Where was the teasing and humour gone? She stood for a second, watching his retreating back and hearing his ultimatum. Well. She thought to herself. Had she anything but the fuel in rumours that drove the question she had asked to escape her lips? No, she didn't. And so she was being a little stupid Ravenclaw and had to know every little thing- and if she didn't she'd purely make it up and convince herself it was the truth. A noise of indignation escaped her throat, there he was, walking off- a fit, nice man was walking away and telling her she could come with him- and she was stood there... thinking about it?! What the hell was wrong with her.

When she looked back up and opened her mouth to call him, she realized she'd been thinking maybe a bit too much and he was nearing the building. Oh Jesus. Now she'd have to run. So she did, and by the time she reached his arm, her breath was uneven, her legs burning and chest heaving. Now she realised why she had never done so well in muggle Physical Education. Sure she could dance, but when it came to crossing at speed, she had no chance. She let a short laugh escape her body, and took his hand, moving in front of him. She stood on her tip toes once again, and pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth, more on his cheek. Her finger flicked the end of his nose, before she turned on her heel and marched off in front of him, her hand on her stomach.

As she reached the Great Hall, she wasn't so keen to see that most the school had come and gone, taking most the food with them. Sliding into her seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, toward the back door, where she usually ate unaccompanied, Orlaith glanced over the leftover food. She moved a plate toward herself, fingers running over the white ceramic. But first, she took her goblet from the table, glad to find it full of cold Apple juice, and took a gulp, still quite thirsty from her little run. She dared no turn her head to the side, encase she was seen by the Potions teacher and reprimanded for skipping his class- again.

[Tommy Sanchez]

Following her down the hall, he couldn't help but laugh, hands still in his pockets. Well first she had decided to make sure she got left behind, and now here she was leading him to the Great Hall. Alright, if that was how her insane Ravenclaw mind wanted to work that was alright with him. Infact he had to admit, there was nothing wrong with watching her from behind! She looked just as good from this angle as she did from the front! Shaking his head again, he laughed even more to himself, it still blew his mind how she had never had anyone go after her lately! It almost seemed to be a crime against the male ego and sex drive itself! He had to seriously find out what dolts knew she went to this school and hadn't atleast tried to make some kind of a move!

Following her into the Great Hall, he watched as she moved to sit alone, and the sight was almost sad. He made a move towards her, to go and eat with her, but suddenly found himself waist deep in Slytherings. They demanded to know where he had been all morning. He had skipped Potions and Charms. Laughing ne simply shrugged, "Had shit to do! Besides what's the worst that could happen? A detention, I skip those fucking things too!" Laughing among his Housemates he heard the sudden sharp tongue of the Potions Professor. Spinning on his heel, Tommy gave a broad smile. "Hello Professor, we were just discussing your class today!"

" You mean the one you skipped today, Tommy?

"False. The one I didn't go to today."

" It's the same thing, Tommy. Where were you?"

"It's not the same thing! Skip is such a harsh word. I just decided to see what else this castle had to offer! God, sorry for having curiosity!"

" Uh huh, don't let it happen again."

" I honestly cannot promise that. At all. Nope, not even close."

" You will not miss another of my classes."

"False!"

With that the Potions Professor gave Tommy a smile and walked away back to the table that all the Professors ate at. It was common knowledge that the Potions Professors had loved the Slytherins since the dawn of the school, and on those grounds, Slytherins got away with nearly everything when it came to that particular Instructor. Laughing among his Slytherings for a few more seconds he clasped his hands together in a prayer looking pose and gave them a bow, "And now I take my leave lads." Before they could question his motives, he had turned around and was heading towards the Ravenclaw table, the sounds of their boos quite audible until they lost interest and went back to talking amongst themselves.

Sitting down across from Orlaith, he grabbed a goblet himself and filled it with cold water. Gulping it down quickly, he set the goblet down and leaned forward, the side of his head resting in his palm, his elbow leaning on the table to support him. His eyes looked out upon the entire Great Hall before finally settling upon his companion. "Well, are you happy. Here we are, and you have have all the food you desire. Er, rather all the food your fellow Ravenclaws may have left you, which isn't much from the looks of it." Smiling he shook his head, "Though if you need more I can go forcefully borrow some from another House. I'm sure they won't mind." Grinning he looked upon her face. It was a good day so far!

[Orlaith Pallett]

When he entered, there was a certain uproar of Slytherins gathering around him, that caused Orlaith to raise a brow. Well, she certainly had underestimated his popularity within the confines of this place. She watched him with a small smile on her lips and he swaggered and showed off, making a scene in the Great Hall. It was when his Potions Teacher stopped in front of him that Orlaith caught her breath, sure he was in trouble now. Her mouth almost comically dropped open at his cheeky responses, something she would never ever dream of saying slipping from his smooth lips. Lips she'd been pressed against minutes earlier. A deep blush came to the tops of her cheekbones, and she ducked her head into her goblet, a grin on her lips. She watched how he bowed to his audience, and shook her head with a quiet laugh, biting down on her tongue and sizing him up once more.

Today had certainly been a turn up for the books, and as she pressed her fingers against the rim of her cup, she watched the liquid inside it with closed off thoughts. His presence across from her caused her to snap from her daydream and land her eyes on his, a smile appeared on her face, and she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, piling sandwiches onto her plate. When she had successfully filled every white piece of ceramic she could see. When she finally finished, she sent him a cocked grin, before biting into a white bread and chicken concoction. Although the house elves were nothing compared to her mother's. Chewing on the meal, she let out a loud groan of happiness, patting her stomach.

"I'm thankful for your offer Kind Sir, but I'm afraid if you steal me any food off those lovely young ladies, they may glare at me even more than they are doing now." her gaze moved swiftly to the end of her table, where five or six seventh years were scowling violently. "I get this a lot. I think it has something to do with the fact I broke the Qudditch Seeker's arm last year and cost the house the points they needed to win Ravenclaw's first House Cup in 50 years." She paused, swallowing another bite. Talking with your mouth full is rank, "And the added jealousy of you being here is not helping." Her hand flew out to him, pressing down lightly. "But stay. Stay anyway."

Her plate of sandwiches was successfully finished within the next few minutes, and she sat back, arms next to her on the bench, smiling bashfully at the wiping out of quite a lot of pieces of bread and butter she had just completed. Pushing away the plate, she fingers grabbed a clean bowl, and began filling it with strawberries, before covering them with the cream in a boat on the table. Smacking her hands together, she picked up her folk, and glanced at it, before her eyes raised to Tommy and she slowly placed it down. A devious smile pulled onto her face smoothly, and her fingers swept around the leaves of a strawberry, dipping it in the cream. Purposely lifting the fruit to her mouth, she placed the tip between her plump lips, eyes focused on him.

[Tommy Sanchez]

Watching her, he couldn't help but smile to himself as she let out a groan that sounded more like a damn growl to be honest! Had she really been that hungry? Watching her with amusement, he was shocked at the speed she managed to wolf down the sandwiches, and and found himself mildly impressed. It wasn't everyday you met a girl who showed the potential to be able to out eat you! Grinning to himself, he snagged one of the last sandwiches and began munching on it absentmindly as he glanced down the table and saw the Ravenclaw woman she had been referring to. They glarred daggers at Orlaith. Raising a single brow, he merely smiled and waved at them before turning back to the Ravenclaw he was eating with. "Damn, they hate you."

Laughing at her tail, he couldn't help but shake his head. Why would the Ravenclaws blame her, they would bound to lose anyways! Everyone knew the House Cup was traded back and fourth between Slytherin and Gryffindor, just proving his point earlier; greatness only came from their Houses. "Why hold a grudge over last years loss? Fucking whores." Looking down at them, he just shook his head. Oh well, then he felt her hand suddenly grip his and tell him not to stay, "Babe, I had no intention of leaving because a couple of crazy bitches have a problem with you. I quite like it over here and planned on staying, so just deal with it." Grinning lightly he finish the sandwich and found himself slightly bored. And everyone knew that when Tommy was bored, he got himself into trouble in one way or another.

However, before his boredom had a chance to really take hold, to really begin influencing his decision it seemed as if Orlaith had found a most sinister way of stopping such thoughts. Just when he had erected a structure of spoons and forks that was capable of launching food across the Hall at his fellow Slytherins, he saw her lift the strawberry to her oh so attractive lips. Damn, this really was a girl after his heart! Grinning lightly, he watched her eat the first one, before shaking his head lightly. " Like I said earlier, how you have remained single and unnoticed this long truly remains a mystery to me." Though if he had any say in it, he would make sure no Ravenclaw got the chance to fix their mistake and go after her now! They had their chance and had fucked it up, not it was Tommy's turn!

"Well, it seems as if you aren't as innocent as you tried to convince me you were, now are you? After all, no innocent girl acts the way you are, My Dear." Grinning, he snatched some grapes from a bowl near her. He, however, had no thoughts of seduction, only amusement. Throwing them up into the air, he caught them in his mouth easily. It was an odd talent he had always been good at!

[Orlaith Pallett]

"Because they are Ravenclaws. They grab onto any victory they can. They fear being seen as inferior. I suppose it's a quality of the Slytherin?" Her voice was indifferent, fingers scooping another serving of cream onto the strawberry, the thick white sauce covering her neat nails and fingertips. She shrugged as she raised it to her mouth, slipping it between her teeth and meeting the eyes of a determined Ravenclaw bitch. "And they're not just grieving their terrible terrible loss. You, Tommy Sanchez, are the butt of the reason. Butt being the main word," She cast a sinister smile his way, but it was accompanied by a sweet laugh and amused tone, "It's your sexiness, I am afraid. It just won't do in the slightest. You'll have to be less sexy and more- Malfoy." Her little nose shriveled, "His sexy factor is slim to none. He looks like a little girl."

She laughed at his remark to her seductive eating trick, and how it was nigh impossible she was still very much virgo intacta. "As much as it may surprise you, I've never met a Ravenclaw with a sex drive. Unless they have a thing for humping Dictionaries. You never know. And I'm not strictly untouched. I had my boob groped at a festival once. It might have been an accident and some poor lad was grabbing for something innocent like my arm. They stick in the way. It would not surprise me." She looked up at him through her eyelashes, shaking her head. For a few seconds, she watched the way he caught grapes in his mouth. Her eyes followed the shape of his lips, down across his chin and then to the rest of him, her own lips parted slightly and fingers still tip deep in the cool cream.

"Damn Boy." Her voice was almost a hiss as she turned her head pointedly away from him, trying to ignore the burning her stomach. She was old and very much wise enough to know of the lust she was feeling for him, but maybe not experienced enough to carry anything out. Instead her hand shot out while he was mid catch, grabbing the grape from the air and holding it over her side of the table. "Too slow." Her tune laughed back at him, giggle ringing out in the hall. She was oblivious to the curious stares she was pulling in as the heels of her boots clicked gently under the table. Her fingers on the other hand were licked clean of the cream one by one, the others waving the grape in the air next to her.