stuck in the middle (open)

He sighed when she made the comment about her parents. "Believe me, I'm in the same boat as you on that one. My parents think I should already have specific plans laid out, pretty much to follow in their footsteps, but I have no idea." He was hoping she didn't know his parents. If she knew they were both Death Eaters, she probably wouldn't give him the light of day. But he was nothing like his parents. He wasn't about to sign up for the Order or anything but he really just didn't care. He had half the mind to ask her what she would do after school but decided to avoid that conversation entirely. It seemed to be something that greatly annoyed her.

He grinned, "Too right you are. I'm not a nerd or a martyr if that's what you're asking," he replied, referring to both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. He figured she must know he wasn't a Hufflepuff or they would have known each other prior to this encounter. He hoped he wasn't offending her when he said, "So you're a Hufflepuff? Normally, no offense, I find members of that house rather boring and needy. But you're nothing like that."

"Well I can't help but agree with you. That's probably why I was walking alone. I tend to be a little...spontaneous." Victoire said brightly. "Which means I say things I shouldn't. I think some people call it being blunt." She added running a hand through her hair. It was true. She tended to say things before thinking which led her to losing friends. But being part Veela tended to draw people in, in the first place.

"I guess that's why I hate thinking about what happens after school. I just want to figure it out as I go along." She commented in a thoughtful tone tapping her foot against the floor. "So heading anywhere special?" Victoire asked motioning the empty corridor.

"Spontaneous? Well, that's always intriguing," he admitted, trying not to sound too interested. After all, she was an older woman. He was going to have to play his cards just right. He rolled his eyes, "Blunt? That's just what sensitive people call it when you're being honest. Or well, honest in its purest form." Landon was a little bit biased. He had been called blunt many times before. He had just believed that bluntness was honesty unfiltered....and there was nothing wrong with that.

He smirked at her remark. "There's no sense in thinking about the future when all that matters in the present," he responded vaguely. He couldn't help but be drawn to this girl. He wasn't sure why. He knew it was more than physical beauty...she just had that special something. "I wasn't until you came along. Is there anywhere I may escort you?" he asked her in a gentlemanly manner.

"I have nowhere to be at this time kind gentlemen." Victoire replied in a slightly mocking tone. But it came out more as a giggle due to her naturally high pitched tone. She curtised and purposely let her fingers brush Landon's arm as she straightened herself up again. Smiling widely she spoke in a lower tone. "Maybe we should go sneak to the kitchens. I fancy myself some treats. Maybe something chocolate." Victoire said gracefully stretching herself out as she silently cursed her inability to stay still.

"I would love to learn some more about you to." She added her gaze purposely lingering on his for a moment longer than necessary.

Her fingers gently brushing against his arm did bring some natural hormonal reaction. She was attractive after all. As she stretched herself out he extended his arm, "Well miss, I'd be eternally grateful if you'd let me escort you." He was being more forward than usual but then again, she was the most attractive female that had been forward with him. The looks she continued to give him let him know that he wasn't the only one who was feeling a level of attraction.

"I'll take you anywhere," he murmured. And for once, he wasn't just saying lines he felt a female would want to hear. He honestly meant them. Something was compelling him towards her. "Ask me anything and I'll gladly tell you the answer," he replied to her statement about wanting to know more about him.

"My my, I am very lucky to have run into you Mr. Rooney. I suppose we shall head to the kitchens." Victoire said mock fanning herself with her free hand as she looped her arm through his. "You seem very much more sociable than the usual Slytherin. You intruige me, if I may be so bold." She continued to speak in a mock formal tone.

"Most of your housemates would have abandoned me in this corridor already. You know me being a Hufflepuff. And the fact I'm a Weasley." She added honestly suprising herself as her cheeks heated slightly. Victoire wasn't one to usually blush, use to being showered in attention due to her veela charms. It felt foreign to her.

"Your wish is my command." He felt as though he was being a gentleman but he wasn't sure if he was quite capable of pulling it off. He had only tried to do so in social situations which would benefit his parents. For once, he was trying to do something for himself. Her arm against his own felt warm, something he thought he could get used to. "Well miss, if I may be so bold, I find you more enticing than I do most Hufflepuffs. Generally they're bland and have no sense of fun," he retorted. Of course this former part of that statement was true but not so much the ending. She was more fun than anyone he had met from any house recently. And he was going to take full advantage of that.

"Well, to be fair, most Weasleys would have abandoned me as well as Hufflepuffs. So we can consider ourselves both alike in our own and different from those we associate ourselves with," he responded wisely. He hoped she wouldn't realize he came from a line of Death Eaters or he would have to do a lot of explaining he didn't feel like doing. This was the first person who took him as he was, regardless of his social standings or house.

"Because your in Slytherin right?" She mused out loud. "I honestly didn't get the point of the rivalries or house until I first saw my Dad's face after being sorted into Hufflepuff. He never said it out loud but I could tell he was disappointed. Only because I wasn't in Gryffindor. It's all really stupid in my opinion. But I never claimed to be smart so maybe the rivalries have some major point that I haven't seen in my usual haze of moving at a faster pace than everyone else. Oh god I am rambling." She laughed. "Ignore that, it tends to happen. My Mother thinks it's because I like the sound of my own voice. Most people don't understand half the things I say anyway." She added in a jokey tone.

"So I am enticing? You flatter me so." Added tapping his arm with her free hand. "It's the veela charm getting to you." She explained in a matter of fact way.

He decided to go with it just being because he was in Slytherin but he couldn't help but to be honest. "Yes, that's certainly a part of it." Though she was talking a lot he found it all interesting. She made some good points in his opinion. "Parents' opinion generally have that effect. They make us question things. But I agree with you. House rivalries have never seemed all that important," he admitted, feeling his philosophical side coming out. "Gryffindors, even though I have some I'm close to in that house, have always seemed to be a pride in this school though I've never been sure of why. They seem to be the martyrs and not necessarily intelligent about being so. But here I am, following your suit, I'm rambling as well," he admitted, shooting her a sly smile. When she added that people didn't understand her he couldn't help but say, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I perfectly understand and agree with everything you just said." This wasn't just him trying to hit on her...he really felt that way. He hoped to a higher spirit that he wasn't falling for her. He didn't know what it felt like to fall for someone...especially so suddenly.

"Well, I'm here to flatter as well as speak the truth," he added, hoping to only help his chances with a girl like her. To be honest, when she admitted that she was part veela he couldn't help but think that most of his infatuation with her was because of that trait. But then again, veelas were only appealing physically, not conversationally. So he tried to ignore the fact. "I appreciate you being honest about that. But veelas are what, all physical attraction?" he asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow. "You have more than just your physical beauty."

Victoire was grinning widely at this point. It definately wasn't the first time she had been complimented. But most of the time it was because of her looks. Landon had complimented her on more than her looks. It made Victoire feel all warm and fuzzy. A feeling she was pretty unfamiliar with. "Your not so bad yourself, you know." She replied honestly.

"Apparently Veela's are also dead scary when angry. So don't piss me off." She said laughing. "My Mother can be very terrifying when she is in a state." Victoire shuddered at the memory of when she had broken one of her mother's prized vases. It was not a situation she wished to ever repeat.