Post by Mace Marsden on Sept 6, 2013 1:54:55 GMT
Ever since their previous conversation in which Lisa seemed under the impression Mace couldn't get her under his spell, he'd been thinking up some kind of way to get her at least somewhat interested in him.
Breakfast was well underway in the Great Hall before Mace walked in, glancing down the hall he tilted his head just slightly, looking for the familiar blonde hair. Smirking to himself as he noticed her he walked between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw table before stopping abruptly behind her. Nodding to someone beside her, he gestured for them to move up a bit and make room for him before he sat down at the Claw table, next to Lisa. His hair was shaggy, like he'd just woken up, and his tie half done up, the sleeves of his shirt and jumper rolled up to just above his elbow and the smell of his signature aftershave filled the air a good meter around him. Brushing his fingers through his hair, the brunette boy reached forwards to grab an apple, taking a bite out of it before leaning an elbow against the table and clicking his fingers in order to properly capture Lisa's attention. "Turpin." He smirked, his head tilting to rest in the hand of the arm with elbow propped on the table. "What are you doing this evening?" He questioned, deciding not to beat around the bush so much.
Breakfast was well underway in the Great Hall before Mace walked in, glancing down the hall he tilted his head just slightly, looking for the familiar blonde hair. Smirking to himself as he noticed her he walked between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw table before stopping abruptly behind her. Nodding to someone beside her, he gestured for them to move up a bit and make room for him before he sat down at the Claw table, next to Lisa. His hair was shaggy, like he'd just woken up, and his tie half done up, the sleeves of his shirt and jumper rolled up to just above his elbow and the smell of his signature aftershave filled the air a good meter around him. Brushing his fingers through his hair, the brunette boy reached forwards to grab an apple, taking a bite out of it before leaning an elbow against the table and clicking his fingers in order to properly capture Lisa's attention. "Turpin." He smirked, his head tilting to rest in the hand of the arm with elbow propped on the table. "What are you doing this evening?" He questioned, deciding not to beat around the bush so much.