lets get these teen hearts beating

[Harmony Stone]

Harmony smirked as a guy from Ravenclaw pressed her against the wall gently. Her eyes closed, he made out with her roughly. It had been a few days since the incident in the Slytherin common room, Harmony had seen Matt around, and their lips seemed to meet each time. She had a feeling their next meeting should take place in her common room however, so they would not be discovered. Somehow word seemed to travel about the so called incident. Some girls looked upset when they saw her, others angry. Luckily, her quidditch captain did not seem to hear these rumors.. no doubt he would be very mad at her. Oh well, it was her life and this little fling did not impact her Quidditch one bit, she was an amazing flyer and a good player, so he could get off her back. The guy, who Harmony had forgotten his name, tried to get his hands up the front of her shirt, pushing them away she pulled away slightly. No, she would not sleep with this guy. She was in the mood for someone more... experienced, someone who could handle her.. if Matthew walked by, she no doubt would see how far they got that day. Maybe she would beat him to the pushing away, she would have last time if his stupid cousin had not come in. Harmony fully pushed the guy away.. she smirked as he gave her a dirty but wanting look and walked off. She however stayed, leaning against the wall

[Alice Cullen]

c o n o r

Some people are obviouse and others are not, some people like to talk and others, well lets not go into that. It is the same with classes, some people make their way their quickly others dawdle and talk, they dont hurry. Most people however? Most people just hover in the middle, somewhere inbetween, the perfect way not to offend. Normality.

SSweeping his dirty blonde hair from his eyes again Conor threaded hiself through the throng. Being thin often had its uses. He kept walking quickly ducking this way and that to avoid hitting people with his bag, he grinned, he was going to be late but it didn't matter. It didn;t matter at all, pushing his thumbs through the holes in his jacket he ducked under an outstretched arm in tme to nearly collide with a boy as he was pushed away.

Skidding to a hulalt he turned to look a the girl who had pushed him, she looked interesting, quite pretty but nothing more. he had never been easily drawn by looks, sure he liked a good looking girl but personality was more important. Still there was somthing ascinating about this girl. He stood, stock still in the middle of the croweded corridor being shunted on all sides and knocked this way and that just staring. What was it about her?[/right][/font]

[Harmony Stone]

As the boy she pushed away almost collided into someone else she rose a brow, smirking at the guy oops, sorry. Maybe you should watch where your going she said the Ravenclaw. He simply smirked ar her, trtying to kissing once more bu Harmony pushed him away, harder than last time. Harmony looked at the guy who was staring at her.. it seemed her veela half was coming through. Smiling sweetly she tossed her hair I'm Harmony Stone... in Gryffindor she said gently. She noted his longer blonde hair and the holey jacket. It seemed like he was not going to talk to her. Harmony bent down she picked up her bag. Swinging it over her shoulder she smiled sweetly before walking off slowly, sure she would talk to him. She was walking slow enough that he could catch up, no trouble. That was part of her plan.

[Alice Cullen]

c o n o r

A sweep of golden hair and the girl had passed leaving in her wakea name Harmony, Harmony Stone, Gryffindor. Clearly she had no idea that he was only a hufflepuff. He stood still for a moment in the corridor, rooted to the spot, just watching, before he realised that teh revealing of this name was an invitation to speak. He started to walk stretching his legs out until he caught her up he slowed again to walk at her side. Conor Rawling he muttered Hufflepuff. I think i've seen you down on the quidditch pitch havn't I? he could not think of another subject for conversation. He pushed his bag up his shoulder and played withthe hole in his coat.[/font][/right]