#gia 2

[bisithehummingbird-blog]

cricket

@shhrike

He knew by now that the girl he had called Gia-With-Three-G was one of his house mates. She lived on the girls’ side of House Morning Dew, and therefore, neither sharing a kitchen nor a bathroom, he saw her less often than he saw Victor or Estlin. But sometimes he did catch sight of her, flighty eyes lingering only ever too briefly to make contact, but always filled with curiosity and warmth nevertheless. He never forgot what he had promised her on their first encounter, the list in his chest pocket making it impossible, but he also didn’t forget what she had promised him. 

And one day, about three Saturdays later when his mind was craving distraction, he had finally arranged all that needed to be arranged, and made his way to her dorm room. Three quick raps and he entered. “Is this the Grande Casa of Gia-With-Three-G?” he asked, with confidence and volume to his soft, edgeless voice. “I have come to ask for my payment.” 

[ggcyles]

closed: @magicallyperfect location: the girl's fourth year slytherin dorm

consciousness arrived slowly. as his eyelids remained closed, he felt the weight of his body pressed against the mattress, then his arm draped across... draped across... oh. it was as gregory felt someone shift in the bed beside him that his brain snapped back to the reality of last night and how, well, how this happened: him in gia kim's dorm with his arm still draped across her body. a bit more alert than he'd been a moment ago— given the scenario— greg opened his eyes with a few blinks. the dorm was still dim, the drawn curtains around the bed shielding them in a cloak of green hues.

was she awake? he couldn't quite tell as looked upon her. then it was a conflict of stay or go. which was weirder, he thought. as if testing to see for himself, goyle cautiously tried to lift his arm, freeing her a hair from what had been, well, i guess you could call it a cuddle. despite the slow movement, greg was betrayed by the squeak of the bed, something that caused him to wince.

[bostonmagpie]

influence;

Political Science was easily becoming his most demanding course,  not by the raw difficulty of its content, but by how much it was forcing him to collaborate with others for project after project. It was easy when it was one consistent partner throughout the semester, but this constant switching meant time spent coordinating numbers, schedules, ideas, stepping into the flow of  each other’s professional quirks and temperaments. There were two positives: the lessons learned from this experience were extremely transferable to real life, perhaps more so than the content of the class, and his assigned partner was someone that sparked his interest - Gia. 

The two of them had only really conversed once, though he always took the time to give her a nod when they saw each other in class. James was grateful for the ease with which they had set up their meeting, and had camped out in their agreed upon spot in the library an hour or so early, getting started on gathering preliminary ideas. The assignment was simple: a paper, an application of what they had learned in class of influence and political mapping to any organization, institution, or movement. He had gathered plenty of possible topics, but hadn’t yet found anything that really... clicked. When Gia arrived, he gave her a smirk and time to settle down before he launched his list of ideas to her. “Hello, Gia. Did you reconsider my offer of best friendship yet?”

@shhrike