Hello all! My name's Ludovic Bagman, but just call me Ludo. I'm a 7th year Gryffindor, also a Beater on the house Quidditch team. Not going to lie, I'm a fantastic flyer; I plan on playing for England one day. You want to bet that I won't?
[This is a roleplaying account. I am not Jensen Ackles or Ludo Bagman, and I am not affiliated with either the Harry Potter or Supernatural franchise's.]
Jensen Ackles - Alec (Dark Angel)
Studying? -she thought. her eyes swiveled across her sketch pad filled with wilted flowers and cursive style patterns intertwining them. surely he must have thought it was an assignment for herbology. she continues to pinch at the edge of her lip with between each row of teeth. a walk, he had directly asked her. never had clara been asked to take a walk with an unfamiliar male. it sounded risky. she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head- No, thank you.
-never to be one to take no for an answer, he persisted- C’mooooon. Stretch your legs? It’ll be fun. I’ll dazzle you with my wit and uncompromising humour.
(Source: ludo-bagman)
For the love of Merlin, where is he go… -her stomach clenches as he takes a seat across the table. her eyes slowly inch their way up his throat and to his eyes. she knew better than to maintain direct eye contact with those unknown and superior. barely inaudible, she mutters- Hello.
-grins easily, and peers over at her work- Studying eh? I can think of more interesting things we can get up to… -nods over to the direction of the exit- Want to go on a walk?
(Source: ludo-bagman)
-as she catches his grin growing wider, a lump forms in her throat that she can’t seem to rid of. clearing her throat, her lip goes numb from the pressure she applies to it with her teeth-
-smirking, he pushes himself away from his work and struts over towards her desk. he plops down in the open chair opposite her, still grinning and says a low- Hello there.
(Source: ludo-bagman)
-eyes him curiously from across the library. her attention forcefully returns back to her sketchpad, avoiding his gaze- Don’t look up. Don’t look back up.
-notices the small girl eyeing him curiously from across the desks, so he flashes a cocky grin in her direction-
(Source: ludo-bagman)
-somehow found himself sitting in the library, with a book in his hands- Woah. I guess it really is N.E.W.T year…
