Date: 2006-11-29 08:56 pm (UTC)


Room of Requirement. Up on the... what floor? And the what?

This school sucked. No wonder Sam liked it so much. The place was like a whole damn metaphor of its own. Or something. Too many curvy halls and moving stairs and trick doors (one of which made him ask it to BE a door before he could go through. He was going to burn this school down, honestly). It took him at LEAST a good half hour to get there. At least. Damn school.

But it was all worth it, right? That chick, Bomba... hoooo. She was fucking smokin'. It had been long - too long (as his dreams as of late were so quick to point out). Hell, he'd been so excited that he'd almost forgot the fucking knives. Oh, that'd be a nice cover. "I was just teachin' her about the most important knife of all!" Way to sound like a friggin' child molester.

But the second he saw her in that dress? Those legs that were about nine miles long and curves in all the right places? Good lord, he was going to the special hell.
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