Stood up (open)

Nancy was pacing back and forth, trying to stay calm. Stephen wasn't coming... What was she thinking? Voldemort's evil spawn.... That was all she was. Apparently, since she seem to be avoided like the plague around here. She sat down on the chair, feeling a few tears fall down her face. She had hoped to have fun tonight but now... She looked down at her feet, trying to hide the tears.

Aquila was walking along to room - debating whether he really wanted to make some mischief or just blow this whole thing off and go back to his room - when he saw a girl who was obviously much more upset than he was.

She looked close to tears - he thought he might have spied a few falling even - while he himself was just being mopy.

As a naturally cheery person, he couldn't stand to see anyone, even people he didn't know, that upset (Unless he was totally mad at them.. then he could let it go for a little bit).

"You know," he said flopping down in the chair uninvited, "I got my head stuck between to bars before."

She looked over at the boy, giving him a look of confusion. "Okay?" She said, not sure of what to say to that. "So what is going on with you?" She asked him, wiping the tears from her face. She didn't want to be called a crybaby just because her date didn't show.

"You looked upset; I thought I'd try to distract you," he said with a smile, "Besides, I figured the image of this face," he framed his face with his hands and gave an wide grin, "Trapped between abunch of bars would amuse you.... it seemed to amuse everyone else at the time."
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"Me?" he asked leaning into his chair, appraising the room carefully, "I was weighting the pros and cons of messing up some stuff, or just going to my room."

He smirked and turned to her, "Which do you think is the better option?"