Studying is for Losers (Garrett)

[Cadence Dearborn]

Merlin, how Cadence hated studying. It was so boring. She'd only been here ten minutes, and she already had library atmosphere disease. Seriously, did books have to be so dusty? She let out a dainty sneeze, then looked hopelessly at the books in front of her. Garrett was supposed to meet her here, and they were going to study together. Of course, for Cadence, that meant she was going to find ways to convince him to do the work for her.

Glancing at the clock, she sighed heavily. What was taking him so long, anyway? She had more important things to be doing, like spreading gossip about the Gryffindors. There was some sort of rumor going on about Rabastan Lestrange taking an interest in one of the Sanders triplets, and she needed to know about that. How could she be expected to sit here and study when such things were going on?

[Garrett Howiler]

Garrett had gotten wrapped up in finishing up homework for a few classes and didn't realize what time it was. Finally glancing up, Garrett muttered under his breath. He was supposed to have met Cadence ten minutes ago. Grabbing his bag, he stuff all of his work in his bag and rushed to the library, nearly colliding with several students. Reaching the library, he slowed down and walked in as if he hadn't been running through the halls to get there.

He looked at all the tables, trying to find Cadence. Seeing her blond hair, he made a bee line for the table. "Hey," he said as he put his bag on the table. "Sorry, I lost t-track of time." Garrett felt that he had to apologize, even though she probably didn't even care. He took a seat across from her and started to pull out a couple of books.

[Cadence Dearborn]

Cadence would have been quite annoyed if he hadn't apologized. The way she saw it, he should have been waiting for her, not the other way around. She hated waiting.

But he was here now, and she was smart enough to realize that she would have better luck getting him to help her if she was nice to him. At least he apologized for being late.

Smiling sweetly, she gave her eyelashes a tiny flutter as she looked up at him. "Oh, there you are," she said, her tone light. "I'm glad you could make it."