#writingshae

Lips quirked into a smile as a quiet laugh left her lips, "as much as I hate that color, I'll admit you look..." Draco's gaze flicked down Neville's form then slowly raked back up until steely orbs settled on his chest and arms. She let out a soft breath of appreciation, "I'll just say I'm doing what I can to keep from climbing you here and now." She finished as her gaze met his, plush lower lip slightly reddened after her teeth released it.

"Look," Blake began but paused to talk a breath. "I wasn't... I wasn't thinking and what I said was stupid and uncalled for," he stared down at the counter as he spoke so he could keep his focus and get over his pride. "I'm sorry." The words nearly burned his tongue but he forced them through his lips.

                          WELL, AT least she was honest about it and a lot more contrite than other people who were in her same position. in an industry filled with deceit, lies and betrayal, penelope’s honesty was quite refreshing. reid sat back against his seat, regarding her carefully. “i appreciate your honesty,” reid said, folding his arms across his chest. “while a few directors would be happy with the attention and that power, i’m not one of them.” he had sworn he would never be one of those sleazy directors who make actresses sleep with them for a better part in their films. “don’t get me wrong; i’m flattered with the attention.” who wouldn’t be? he would be blind to deny penelope’s beauty and charm. “but i won’t use sex with you as a currency. that’s just not who i am.” he frowned a little though, unfolding his arms and resting them on the arm rest of his seat. “casting in films is a process. most of the time, we want established actors in lead roles because that what draws people in,” he explained. “since you’re not nearly as established nor as well known, you won’t get a lead role.” that was probably a little blunt, but reid was always quite blunt with actors. “at best i might be able to give you the role of a side character,” he added, so as to not crush her hopes.

Druig huffed out a small -- teasing -- laugh when she finished her request, he shook his head and he flicked his stare her way, “since when have we ever been friends?” 

luna stood with her broom resting against her hip, hoards of students had crowded to the very inner most edge of the seating arena while professors swept across the field to the gryffindor chaser that had been thrown into the ground. it wasn’t by luna’s doing, but she was a bit impressed, as keeper luna might have managed the same assault had the chaser gotten within her range of retaliation but alas...a hufflepuff beater had pummeled the fourth year to the turf. “how many bones do you think are broken?” she muses to pansy, if they had anything in common between their respective houses...it tended to be the amusement that could be found in watching shared rivals eating dirt. “this is why i’m a keeper...i might feel bad.” she might...but then again she might not also. luna was very aggressive when people entered her personal space in an unwelcomed manner.

She frowned and shook her head, eyes back on him again after a second. “You don’t get to say you’re trying when I’m the one who has to keep making sacrifices to come see you..”