Thy Lips Are So Chapped![Ms.Burke]

[Griffin Diricawl Porlock]

Griffin stared at the water, watching it freeze over. It was freezing very fas, but Griffin could swear that he saw a part of it freeze by this tree. He wanted to go ice skating on it, but more than likely he would never get to. So he just would sit on the side, and throw rocks on the ice, breaking it. Sarcastically, Griffin said in his head, Nothing could be more fun than this!, and was thinking about Isolde. Why must he be a hopeless love?

Griffin rubbed his chapped lips together, making the hanging skin come off. He didn't know why he licked his lips so much, and wished that he did not. He also wished he had some chap stick, and not the goofy spells that make his lips burn after words. He also hoped to God that his lips would not start bleeding. He threw another rock, breaking a large piece of ice. He wished he could do something better than this on a Saturday. He frowned, and saw someone walking this way to wards him. He couldn't see their face, thanks to his contacts, which were in his trunk. He kept squinting, watching whoever walk over the hilly landscape.

[Belinda Burke]

Each day was becoming colder and colder. Belinda could feel the cold air against her soft pale skin as she walked towards the lake. Belinda loved looking out into the water, but soon she wouldn’t be able to once the large lake froze over in the cold weather. She knew the lake had already started to freeze over and was hoping to spend one more day there before it became a complete sheet of glittering ice.

As Belinda walked down the hill towards the lake she noticed she was not the only one whishing to enjoy what was left of this great lake. As she came closer and closer to the lake the mysterious figure became clear and clear, it was Griffin Prolock. A third year Slytherin Belinda never seemed to get a long with. Every time she ran into the little git trouble always seemed to follow.

Belinda walked over to a near by rock and gracefully laid down on it resting her head in her palms as she looked out at the partly frozen lake. She could see the rocks Griffin was throwing crash into the ice shattering it. Maybe he would have finally learned his lesson and stay out of Belinda’s way. Or maybe not.
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[Griffin Diricawl Porlock]

Griffin finally recognized who it was... Belinda Burke, a fellow Slytherin, a snob, and a bully. He hoped she would not come over here, and bug him to death. Griffin realized that they could've been friends, but didn't really feel like trying. They just got onto the wrong foot that one day. Griffin could barely remember what had happened.

Griffin then realized that they weren't far apart. Maybe he could have a little bit of fun. His mind then boiled with thoughts that might or might not annoy her. She wasn't near an icicle tree, so throwing rocks at it and then falling is pointless. he decided to say something, so the best thing he could think of was "coughing".

"SNOB!" He 'coughed', "SNOB! SNOB!"

He then decided to be a bit more 'hurtful', if it would actually work.

"WHORE!" He 'coughed'. HE smiled, and did it a few more times.

[OoC; Belinda, I hope you know that me/Griffin really don't think you are whore. Don't take it seriously at all. I like you in R/L. ;.] ]