( stars in her eyes ), casper <33

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

Even though Dominique loved Quidditch with a passion, she absolutely despised getting up early for her practices. Of course, not the entire team had to go through her practices. This was strictly for the beaters; lucky Dominique, right? Sure, to any other girl, they would have thought that it was perfect, seeing as how the other Gryffindor beater happened to Casper Warrington, a rather dreamy-looking boy that probably captured many looks just by looking at someone with those blue-grey eyes. Dominique shook her head, sitting on her bed with a brush running through her shoulder-length brown hair. She wanted nothing more than to just crawl back into her bed and sleep for ten more hours, but she knew that the Gryffindor Quidditch Team Captain would have a fit if he found out that she had skipped it; she wouldn't put it past Casper to rat her out. Groaning, she through her long hair back into a pony-tail, and stood up. She ignored the rest of her dormmates, secretly hating them for being able to sleep in on a Saturday morning while she was going to be forced to a Quidditch practice with someone that most likely hated her anyways. She was sure of it; why else would he constantly be arguing with her and pushing her buttons? It was the perfect reasoning, and she had absolutely no doubt about it. There was no way that he would actually enjoy her company; there was basically no one--but a select few--that actually enjoyed being around her, but Casper was definitely not one of them.

Dominique sighed, and she suddenly felt as though she had suddenly become even more depressed for some reason. She shook her head, and she adjusted her red-and-gold Quidditch robes so that they didn't look all wrinkled. Brushing a stray strand of hair that had escaped her pony-tail behind her ear--but it, unfortunately, didn't stay there too long--she threw on her tennis shoes, grabbed her broom, and began to walk down to the Common Room. It was filled with only a few people, but none of them even spared a glance at her. They were either too caught up in their own conversations, or working on an assignment that they were determined to finish before the weekend ended. Pushing the portrait entrance and leaving the Common Room, she began to leave the seventh floor and make her way to the Quidditch Pitch. As she did so, she couldn't help but think that it was like fate was just determined to make sure that she would be stuck with Casper Warrington wherever she went. It wasn't just Quidditch practice, but also during pretty much all of her classes, and she always saw him in the Common Room as well. But, honestly, she found that she almost enjoyed his company. It was almost easy to describe it as....fun arguing with him, especially since he had wit and intelligence to actually give her good comebacks. It was nice to not have people stuttering at her because they couldn't come up with good comebacks.

Shaking her head, she reached the Great Hall, and quickly grabbed a slice of toast and spread strawberry jam over it before walking out onto the Grounds. Taking slow bites of the toast, she allowed the chilly air to cling to her hot skin, and sighed. It was amazing to have cool, fresh air fill her nose instead of the hot, stuffy air that could be found in the castle, thanks to the many roaring fires. Dominique, unlike most people, hated the warm weather, but loved the cold weather, especially the fall. It wasn't too hot, and yet it wasn't too cold; in other words, it was perfect, and exactly what she was looking for. She ignored the fact that she had completely forgotten to grab a jacket, and felt the long length of the broom digging into her shoulder. She had always loved her broom, despite the fact that it was a slightly older version. It was only a Nimbus 2001, but she didn't mind. It was her Christmas present from her father when he heard that she had been accepted as the Gryffindor beater in her third year. She knew that her family was still struggling with money, but she didn't mind. They were simply middle-class, really, and she wasn't going to go bothering her father to get something as expensive as a Firebolt when a Nimbus 2001 was just what she needed. She had known that her father had just wanted to get her a broom himself, and she was more than grateful for it. It was the least she could do for him.

When she finally reached the Quidditch Pitch, Dominique dropped her broom off on the field, and walked into the office that had been left unlocked, thanks to the Captain. She came to the large, wooden case that was filled with the balls that were needed for an actual Quidditch game, as well as her own, personal Beater's bat. She had received it from her Uncle George as soon as he had heard that she would be a Beater, and she had been more than ecstatic. He, himself, had been a Beater for Gryffindor for Gryffindor in his own Hogwarts days, as well as his twin brother, Fred, and had been very proud that his own niece had become a beater as well. Somehow Dominique was able to pull the heavy wooden case out of the office and onto the field, though it was far from easy. It was slightly shaking, thanks to the Bludgers that were determined to be release themselves from the case, and was already heavy enough without the bat that she had stuck ontop of it so that she could use both hands to carry the case. When she reemerged back into the sunlight, she allowed the rays to heat her body as she pulled the entire case onto the center of the field. Shaking her head, she pushed the loose tendrils away from her dark eyes, and kicked the stupid case, annoyed that she had been forced to carry it on her own. Letting out an angry breath, she sat down on the grass, rolling her eyes. She hated when people were late, and she was going to give Casper hell when he arrived at the Pitch for being late.

[CASPER WARRINGTON]

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Casper Warrington's misty eyes opened to look at the blinking watch, the annoying alarm charming to wake Casper and alert him of Qudditch, specifically Beater practice that day. All week he had been looking forward to this day, knowing he would be able to spend the majority of Saturday with Dominique Weasley, who probably wouldn't be too happy to see him. He grinned at the thought of her gorgeous face contorted into a scowl when he waltzed his way onto the quidditch pitch. Sitting up in bed, he yawned, running his fingers through his hair giving it an even more tousled look. Capser got out of bed, his bunched up pajama pants falling to the floor. Capser tried to get out of bed as quietly as possible, but there was a mysterious creaky floorboard somewhere around his bed, and the creak echoed through the sixth year boys dormitory. "Oi, Casper. SHUT UP!" yelled one of his fellow boys, throwing a pillow across the room at great speed. Everyone knew that Casper would probably be getting up at this hour to go practice some quidditch. The pillow hit Capser's shirtless stomach with an 'oomph' and his eyes sparkled with ferocity. Casper didn't say a word, but sent the pillow flying back. Carefully creeping forward, Casper slipped on his Quidditch robes and his leather gloves, carefully sneaking out of the room before dodging another pillow and a "Have fun with Domonique!". He turned around, giving a playful glare as he skipped down to the Great Hall to grab something.

Yeah, the majority of the sixth year Gryffindor boys got the general idea that Casper had some feelings for Domonique. They usually were thrown off by the incessant arguing, but it wasn't like they were in a full on screaming match. It was...playful and enjoyable arguing. Domonique seemed to be everywhere Casper went. When he went down to the common room, she was there, sitting in his favorite chair. When he was the last one to class, the only empty seat was next to her. And of course, Quidditch practice. Not that Casper minded. He enjoyed being in her company. She just didn't like him, or at least he didn't think so. Casp thought if she opened up a little bit, then maybe they would get along a bit better.They did have somethings ini common, but he'd never let Domonique know that. Casper nimbly trotted down the steps of the boys dormitory, thinking of where Domonique was. He flicked his watch towards him and realized he was late. He could of swore he heard the shifting of the portrait in the Common Room. He shook his head, continuing his way down. He patted his pocket, reassuring his wand was in his pocket before jumping through the the entrance and skipping steps down to the great hall. He heard portraits yawn and others telling him to keep quiet. Only a few students were lazily walking around that morning. "Early birds." Casper thought. He'd rather be sleeping in.

Popping into the Great Hall, great mountains of food were piled on the table. The scent of the house elves cooking reached Casper's nose, and he trotted forward, grabbing a muffin and slurping down a glass of Pumpkin Juice before dashing to the broom closet and grabbing his own broom, a simple Nimbus 2001. Many people had the Nimbus now, and some even had the more professional broom, the Firebolt. Before, Casper only had a Bluebottle, more of a family broom, but it worked for him. His father had just given him the Nimbus last year, and Casper was thrilled. It was an excellent broom, and he greatly appreciated the gift. Shoving the rest of the muffin into his mouth, he chewed as he grabbed his broom looking his watch. He was already 5 minutes late. Bolting out the door of the Castle, Casper hopped on his broom and whizzed towards the quidditch pitch, the familiar sensation of flying comforting him. Casper had some big shoes to fill, being a beater. Fred and George Weasley were the old beaters at Hogwarts, and they were some of the best. They had great teamwork, and now Casper was working with there neice. They had probably heard a mouthful about him. Leaning back, the broom skyrocketed upward, scaling up the wall of the Quidditch pitch.

Now, Casper was high in the sky and he circled, smiling before he did a nose dive to the middle of the quidditch pitch. His leather hands gripped his broom, his eyes squinting as he zoomed toward the middle where Domonique sat, unaware of the boy zooming towards her. Before he hit the ground. Capser jerked up, coming to a normal height before slowly lowering himself down infront of Domonique, his hair windswept and his cheeks rosy from the wind. He lowered himself down, looking at the shaking case containing the balls used in the game of Quidditch. Casper looked to the open office, knowing his bat would be leaning up against a trunk filled with spare quidditch robes, his name engraved in the side. He pulled out his wand and shouted, "Accio, bat!" before the bat came zooming out of the office and into his hand. He looked to Domonique, giving her a crooked grin. "Sorry I'm late." he crooned, his voice like velvet. His beater bat was in his right, and broom in his left hand. "Alarm went of late." he yawney, wiping his eyes. "Ready to practice, or are you going to chew me out?" he chuckled, leaning against his broom awaiting her answer.

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

You should probably pity poor Casper, really, because Dominique was not in the best of moods that morning, considering what had happened just a few days ago. Her unintentional confontation with Victoire had not gone too well--well, that was a bit of an understatement. What had happened, you might ask? Well, first of all, Dominique had been a bit...hung-over, you might say. Well, okay, she had a major hangover, thanks to the huge amount of drinking she had done the night before that morning. It wasn't that she had been at a huge party or anything; it was just that night had been the "anniversary" of Andy first asking her out. Let's just say that it had been hard for Dominique, seeing as how it had brought back many painful memories that she didn't really want to remember. But, anyways, back to what happened--some words had been exchanged between the two, and then Victoire had been pushed too far. She had flipped out, to say the least, and snarled at Dominique that she was only jealous of who she had become, and that she would never be as good as her anymore. And, then, after all of her babbling had finished, she had told Dominique with a smirk on her face that she had slept with Andy a week after he had cheated on Dominique, and then burst into tears. Dominique hadn't cared about her state, anymore--what she had just learned had been enough. That information had slipped through a crack in the stone barrier around her heart, and broken her heart into pieces. Her sister--the person that she had once would never try to hurt her--had betrayed her in one of the worst possible ways.

After that, Dominique's few days had been a bit of a blur for her. She had just managed to get through them without any incidents, and she was relieved. The last thing she wanted was something that could upset her even more. But, then, when she heard remembered that her Beater practice with Casper would be on Saturday, it was like a train slamming into her. Casper was fairly close with her sister, so she was sure that he would think that Dominique had done something to upset Victoire, and that he would eventually confront her about it. She could already hear Victoire sobbing out that Dominique had slapped her or something like that, making it seem that Dominique was--once again--the bad guy. Shaking her head as she thought through all of this, Dominique realized that her dark brown eyes were slightly aching, and there was some moisture on her face. Brushing her bare fingertips across her cheek, she winced when she realized that she had actually been crying when she had been thinking over anything. However, as if it couldn't get even worse, Casper automatically appeared in front of her, with his broom in front of her and his Beater's bat in the other. She gracefully got to her feet and hastily turned away from him, so that he wouldn't see that she had been very upset before he had arrived. She heard his voice, soft and smooth as velvet, reach her ears as he said, "Sorry I'm late. Alarm went off late." She shook her head, and replied, her voice slightly shaking, "Whatever. Just don't do it again." Her voice had taken a cold tone, and she didn't even want to look at him even more. She was sure that he had seen her, and she didn't want to deal with his pity or, worse, his anger for what he thought had happened with her and her sister.

Her tears quickly dried, but she was sure that her eyes were still slightly puffy. Her back still to Casper, she painfully pulled her hair out of its ponytail, and ran her fingers through it a couple times. She felt much better with it around her, so that her face was more hidden from Casper. The last thing she needed was for him to realize that she was crying; she was sure it would be all over the school in a matter of minutes, and then all hell would break loose for Dominique. Shaking her head, she turned back to him, and looked up at him, her arms crossing over her chest as soon as he said, "Ready to practice, or are you going to chew me out?" She glared up at him, despite his chuckling, as if he had just said a funny joke. Now that her tears and sorrow had disappeared, they were replaced with anger. If there was one thing that Dominique hated the most, it was someone being late to anything. She was never late to any of her classes because of that, and she was always annoyed when someone turned up late, especially to Quidditch practice, when she had to be forced to get up at least an hour earlier than him. "You know, I was going to be a little nice about it, but, if you're going to act like an ass, then I'm going to tell you exactly what I wanted to say," said Dominique, her eyes narrowed dangerously and a scowl formed on her face as she looked up at him. "Do you think that, since you are such a fucking pretty-boy that you can get away with being late? Well, guess what, Warrington; I'm not going to sit around and be like, 'Oh, it's fine, Casper. I just had to get up an hour earlier than you, but, it's all fine." She finished it with a fake, preppy sounding giggling, though she was far from happy at that moment. In fact, Dominique was furious. But, not just with him. It was also with the fact that, despite how upset she was with him, she still thought that he was still one of the best-looking guys in Hogwarts with his windswept hair and crooked grin on his face. "Just get your shit together or I'm not even going to bother coming to these stupid practices anymore," she added, glaring up at him, practically seething.

She turned away from him, and grabbed her Quidditch gloves, forcing them onto her fingers. She didn't look up at him, but kept her eyes on her right glove, which she was having issues with. It was annoying that she couldn't even strap in the damn glove, especially with the fact that most likely Casper was looking down at her. It made her even more frusterated that he had such an effect on her, without even really trying. It was like he was the only one that could actually make her nervous or actually stutter over her words--which was quite odd for Dominique, since she was so charismatic. But, it was even more annoying that Casper was everywhere that she went. He was always stuck with sitting next to her in the common room, since she was supposedly sitting in his favorite chair--which there was a rather large argument about it the first time she had taken a seat in the chair--or in the classroom, since no one wanted to sit next to the outcast, as some people tauntingly called her. And, then, of course, he was with her during every Quidditch practice, seeing as how he was the other Beater. It annoyed the hell out of her, but there was an extremely small part of her that was whispering in her ear that it wasn't that bad, that it was almost nice to be able to be around him. That part was the one that constantly hissed to her that he wasn't all that bad if she tried to get to know him. Of course, her harsh exterior refused to allow this to happen. She couldn't risk him hurting her--it was something that she would rather die than happen again. The last time had been so difficult, and it wasn't going to happen again. Not if she had any say about it. She continued to struggle with her glove, refusing to look up at him.

[CASPER WARRINGTON]

So Casper knew for a fact that Domonique wasn't going to be happy today. She always seemed to be in a foul mood with him, but today especially. Casper didn't know too much about Domonique, and what had happened to her, but all he remembered as Domonique coming to class with brown hair, and looking a bit lonley. He knew for a fact that she hated her sister. but Capser didn't really understand why. He knew there was a missing puzzle piece, and that there was something he didn't know. There was something the Victorie did to Domonique which just totally changed her. He had no idea. Victorie seemed so...nice. He liked her, in the friend way of course. She was pretty friendly and funny, and talking to her just came easily. He had even told her a few things about himself that he hadn't told too many people. They weren't best friends. Casper didn't have to many best friends, but they were close enouh. Dom knew full well that they were friends, and wasn't to happy about it. Casper just wanted to know what totally trashed there family bond. Weren't brothers and sisters supposed to get along? Casper got along great with his brother and sister. Gaspard Warrington was a seventh year hufflepuff, and he was proud to call him his brother. He was such a faithful brother, never going back on his word. Julia was a fifth year hufflepuff and she was all about fair-play.

Gaspard and Casper got along pretty well, but they were quite competitive with eachother in EVERYTHING. Ever since they were kids, they were seeing who's little broom could go fastest, who's pet was better, who had the nicer robes and who had the nicer handwriting. Anything and everything was used for competition. Casper's grey eyes caught sight of Dominique's tears, her brown eyes slightly puffy. Instantly, Casper was faced with alot of desicions right now. Was he going to take note of her crying and and poke fun at her? Or was he just going to leave it alone? Was he going to try and comfort her? Or just not notice. Casper tried to remember what Julia was telling him about girls. "Don't make fun of a girl who has been crying, comfort her, or leave her alone." Something of that sort. "No problem." he replied, his voice no longer infected with the curt tone, more sympathetic that anything. Casper knew that Domonique wasn't going to take his sympathy or comfort, and she'd probably just rip his nuts off if he made fun of her, so he thought he'd leave a little room for sympathy, just in case she might accept it. He doubted it though. Something probably happened, and she probably wasn't going to tell him. Casper wasn't going to run around telling everyone that he caught Domonique Weasley crying. That would be unnoble.

That glare stung him, and he instantly recoiled from his cheeky tone, but suddenly a brow raised. Domonique was going to be nice about him being late? That nearly sent Casper in a fit of raging laughter. No she wasn't. She as never going to be nice about it. "So you are going to chew me out." he said leaning against his broom, his stance casual. The dangerous scowl was cute on Domonique. "Do you think that, since you are such a fucking pretty-boy that you can get away with being late? Well, guess what, Warrington; I'm not going to sit around and be like, 'Oh, it's fine, Casper. I just had to get up an hour earlier than you, but, it's all fine." the preppy voice was just the cherry on top for Casper. Pretty-boy. Casper knew he looked good, but he never went around boasting. Everyone else noticed his looks for him, "No, Domonique." Casper said firmly, his temper beginning to rise. He had a perfectly good reason for being late. His watch went off late! "I didn't wake up this morning thinking, 'Oh! I'll go back to bed, since I'm so fucking good looking, Domonique won't care that I'm late." he sneered, returning his wieght to his two legs. He stood proudly, his shoulders back and chest forward. "Get my shit together? We could be practicing now, except you have to throw your little tantrums." he snapped again, his leather gloves tightening there grip on his bat. She was so frusturating. Casper and Domonique were good beaters, and despite there arguments worked pretty well together, unlike some pairs of beaters. They both knew when to put aside there differences and put there all into the game.

Casper scowled before finally realizing that arguing was going to get them no where. "I'm sorry." he said sincerely, looking down at her fumbling gloves. Was he making her nervous? Or was she just having an off day? Boy, he hoped it was the first one. Casper never realized that he did have some effect on girls, but he just never noticed. He only payed attention to Domonique. If she had any idea that she was absoloutley infatuated with him, goodness sakes. Casper gracefully stepped forward dropping his broom and bat as his red, scarlet, and gold robes billowed behind him as his nimble fingers quickly fixing the staps, loosening the glove that was much to tight. He carefully tightened it, just to the size of her wrist and tied it, his brow furrowed as he focused on the task at hand. Finally he finished, mumbling "Those things can be a pain.". He turned to pick up his things and he looked to the shaking chest. Casper felt a sense of pride since he was just fixed her glove, while possibly winning her over with his chilvary. It was Gryffindor way. "You ready now?" he said, his tone just a bit more kinder than before. The last thing he needed was an angry beater flying around with him in the Quidditch pitch.

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

There was another reason as to why Dominique wasn't too fond of Casper. She was slightly jealous of him and how he was so...pretty much...perfect. He had great friends, fairly good grades, and sometimes even had a girlfriend hanging on his arm. And, then, he had amazing relations with both of his siblings. Everybody knew about Gaspard and Casper and how they were so close for being brothers. Casper was in the same position as her--the middle child, she meant--and yet he had everything that she had once desired, and more. It was something that Dominique despised, and it was something that she constantly use to fuel her dislike for him. She just couldn't stand that he was everything that she wasn't and was someone that her mother would dream for to have a child of her own. Tbat was another reason as to why that she was sure that nothing could ever really happen between the two. He was this perfect guy, and then there was Dominique, who was known as the class fuck-up. It would never work--she was sure that it was something that everybody could see, and would only judge her if they found out that she could quite possibly have feelings for him. No, not feelings, Dominique quickly corrected herself. It was just a very strong attraction--that's all. They were just too different.

"No problem," came Casper's velvety voice, and Dominique detected a sympathetic tone in his voice. Her eyes narrowed, even though her back was still turned to him. If there was one thing that Dominique did not accept, it was sympathy or pity. In fact, it was something that she absolutely despised. She was a very independent young woman, and she was the type of person that was determined to live on her own without anybody else's help, no matter how hard they tried to do so. When she had started changing from the nasty bitch that she had once been, her sister had been one of the main people that had tried to help her out, and she had pushed her away. But, what was even worse was the fact that, after only a few tries, Victoire automatically gave up on her, as if she had just assumed that she was a lost cause. And that had been something that had hurt Dominique the most; her big sister, the one that was always supposed to protect her and had used to be her best friend, had turned her back on her, and left her to rot in her already-screwed up mind. Dominique didn't care about her excuse about the fact that she had pushed her away--that didn't give her an excuse to not try helping her even harder. Victoire was supposed to always be there for her, no matter how hard Dominique tried to make sure that she didn't want any help. That was a very deep betrayal in Dominique's eyes--even more than Victoire sleeping with Dominique's boyfriend a week after they broke up.

Casper's snide, arrogant voice made goosebumps form on Dominique's arms, and she spun around to face him, being more pissed off than she ever had before. There was no way that she could ever deal with the fact that he was just so confident in himself, in her eyes, and that he thought he was the best damn guy on the entire freaking planet. She looked up at him and heard his angry voice reach her ears, a sneer now on his handsome face. And, of course, Dominique thought that he was more good-looking than ever. And, unfortunately, she hated it more and more as each second passed. "No, Dominique. I didn't wake up this morning thinking, 'Oh! I'll go back to bed, since I'm so fucking good looking, Dominique won't care that I'm late. Get my shit together? We could be practicing now, except you have to throw your little tantrums," he snarled, the sneer still in place on his face. Dominique glared up at him and replied, a scowl now on her face as well, "Well, maybe if you didn't act like a such a cocky asshole about the entire situation, then I wouldn't have had to change my mind. But, once again, I look like the fucking bad guy," She was practically seething, and she wanted nothing more than to just punch him. How the hell could he act like that to her? Why couldn't they just have one practice without the two of them arguing?

When Dominique's back was turned away from him, she heard his quiet, sweet, sincere voice reach her ears, and she was annoyed about how a shiver ran through her body just at the sound of it. She hated the effect he had on her, and she just wanted to leave the Pitch to get away from it--and him. It frightened her, and she didn't want to be seen as vulnerable in front of him. "I'm sorry," he had said, and she hated the fact that it sounded so sincere and...nice, really. It was an almost odd tone to reach her ears. She didn't turn to face him, but simply said, "Whatever. Just...let's get through this practice without arguing anymore, alright? I have to get back to the castle soon." She sighed, and turned back to him, continuing to struggle with her glove. She felt gentle fingers grasp her wrist, and she looked up sharply to see Casper's face dangerously close to hers, even though he was focusing on her glove. She ignored the fact that he was helping her with her glove and fixing it; all she could focus on was the fact that she could not bring herself to breathe with him being so close to her. She studied his face, seeing the strength of his jaw and the sharpness of his cheekbones, as well as the brightness of his blue-grey eyes. Dominique's stomach was twisting up into knots, and she felt an abrupt warmth spread over her body. He stepped away from her, her glove now fixed, and she felt the warmth quickly disappear. She was able to breathe, and she turned her eyes away from him, allowing a shaky breath to brush past her lips. His voice distantly reached her ears, and she looked back at him, her eyes no longer narrowed or blank. All she could think about was the fact that, when he had been so close to her, she had felt a very strong desire to kiss him. Shaking her head, she softly replied, "Yeah, I know." She was too shaky to even think about Quidditch anymore.

"You ready now?" he asked her, his voice extremely kind and striking a delicate nerve inside of her. Dominique felt a shiver run through her body once more, and she felt a frown form on her face. "Yeah, let's get started," she replied rather gruffly, and she turned back to the still-shaking case. She bent over and pulled open the latches, revealing the medium-sized, brown bludgers that were struggling to be released from their chains. She looked back up at Casper, and then got up on her broom, levetating herself several feet off the ground. The familiar rush ran through her, and she wanted nothing more than to just...fly, far away from everybody and everything that was bothering her. "Get on your broom, and then, when we get high enough in the air, release one of them with your wand. We only need to practice with one," ordered Dominique, and, without another thought or care, began to rise up in the air, one hand gripping her broom and the other wrapped tightly around her bat. She was ready to practice and get some of her frustarations out with this practice. Maybe then she wouldn't act to strangely around Casper.

[CASPER WARRINGTON]

Casper thought Domonique was pretty much perfect in every way. She was stubborn and determined to make his life hell, but it just didn't work. Her loyal and independant disposition just gave him chills, in the good way. Before, Dom was the popular girl in every one's eyes. She had the blonde locks, the boy friend and the best friend. Casper didn't hang out with her clique. They were too fake and obessed with social status to even care about friendship. Down the Gryffindor table, he could hear Domonique lashing out her words of poison upon her victims, her group of minion laughing in the background. Or that was how he imagined it. Anyway, Casper had his ring of friends, a few close and one best friend. He got good grades and had the picture perfect family. Casper had the good life, he loved and appreciated it. Domonique seemed so different them him, but he didn't care. Something about her just drew Casper to her. She just seemed oh-so attractive. Everyone saw Casper as "Mr. Perfect." He was just that guy, but he didn't think so. He still had his problems. He got angry very quickly, and sometimes developed hatred for others. Those were just to name a few. He liked Domonique, and he liked her alot. He didn't care how different they were. He couldn't help liking her. He always thought that it was her fiery personality that drove him wild. It was just so...attractive. Casper had been to a few parties where she'd be off on the other side of the room, downing some alcoholic beverage like there was no tomorrow. Yeah, Casper liked to party, and he didn't mind a drink here and there, but holy crap. Domonique Weasley put him to shame.

Love was such a dangerous subject. It wasn't even a 'love' that he had for her, persay, he just liked her a whole lot. Yeah, Casper had his fair few girlfriends, especially at this age, but they came and went. They all seemed the same in his book. It always starts with the fleeting glances, the shy hellos then finally the conversations. He begins to hang out with the girl and finally when he is reassured enough, he asks the girl out. They hug and brush hands, and Casper takes her on a date where they have there first kiss. Usually, they can be found snogging everywhere at anytime when finally, things get dull and one breaks up with another. Casper felt the moment he layed eyes on the NEW Domonique that things would be different. That she would keep everything spicy, and keep Casper in line. He'd like a girl like that. But everytime Casper attempted to get close to Domonique, she'd push him away, usually with a snarky comment and crude remark about his 'perfection'. Casper didn't understand. Once again, there was something that Casper didn't know. He assumed she must have had a bad relationship, and didn't want to have another. She didn't even know how he was as a boyfriend. He could be the best boyfriend ever, but she was always pushing him away. Eh. He'd get her eventually.

"Well, maybe if you didn't act like a such a cocky asshole about the entire situation, then I wouldn't have had to change my mind. But, once again, I look like the fucking bad guy," Cocky asshole? Why did everyone think he was cocky? Casper shook his head. He was over arguing. Casper clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. If he didn't have manners, she'd be on the ground with a black eye. Everyone assumed that he was full of himself or something, when he really wasn't. "Whatever." he mumbled before he could say anything that would make him even angrier. She was always trying to make him look like the bad guy, the guy that was full of himself and the guy who thought he was the best. He wasn't arrogant or anything. He didn't understand her defense mechanisim. He really just wished they could get along. If they did, the world would probably be a much more peaceful place without Dom and Casper running about the castle, stirring up a ruckus. Some of the things they exchanged from one another was enough to make some people blush. They could be so nasty, and then sometimes they could so nice to eachother. It was an odd relationship that they had.

Casper watched as Domonique turned away. His brow rose as he watched her shiver. Was it because of him? Did he really have this affect on her? "Whatever. Just...let's get through this practice without arguing anymore, alright? I have to get back to the castle soon." Casper sighed. She was eager to get away from him. That was just a tear in his heart. "Do you really not want to be around me?" he said his voice dropping it's kindness, a little more sorrow filled before. His grey eyes lost there sparkle as he ran his fingers thorugh his hair. "Nevermind." he sighed as he turned away from fixing up her glove. He enjoyed the closeness of there faces, but was she even breathing? Goodness. All he wanted to do was rush forward and press his pale lips against hers. He could imagine the fiery warmth that would rocket between the both of them, or at least he hoped it would rocket between the both of them. "Yeah, I know." Finally, Domonique looked back at him without that ugly scowl on her face and Casper sighed, content. She always had some ugly look on her face, angry with whatever he said or did. She was so goddamn independant. "Alright." he said watching another frown appear on her face. There it was again. Domonique flipped open the case and the bludgers were jerking against the case, eager to get out and hit there opponent. A crooked grin appeared on his face as he looked back up to see her floating in the air on her familiar looking Nimbus 2001. Casper's nimbus was made with an enchanted cherry oak, a bright red brown.

Casper hopped on his broom and began to float in the air, his beater bat in his hand. Tucking the club in his armpit, he pulled on his wand and aimed at the lock on the beater located in the left side of the case. "Alohamora!" he shouted, the lock clicking open as the bludger rose out of the case, termbling as it shot through the air towards Casper. He quickly grabbed his beate batr, his leaning back on his broom. He zoomed backwards, getting ready to swing as he kept his eye on the bludger that rocketed towards him. Quickly, he swung his arm and the bludger shot upward. Casper turned his broom, zooming upwards towards the goal posts. "You're hit Dom!" he said, the familiar sensations of flying through the sky coming through. He loved flying on his broom, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Casper surged forward, waiting for her hit of the bludger. Those things were so dangerous and unpredictable. It was very important to have good beaters on your team.

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

Dominique wasn't too great with relationships either, even before everything that happened with Andy. It would all start with some sort of meeting, like at a party or something, and then it would end up in a heated, possibly-drunken kiss. But, then, two or three weeks later, it would end with either him cheating on her with some other girl, or the fire in their relationship just dying out. It was always like this, but, yet, Dominique allowed it to go on, without any care. She had been the type of girl that didn't care if her heart would end up being trampled on, as long as she kept her popular status. That was what all her life had been focused on: her social status in Hogwarts. She didn't care about grades, all she wanted to worry about was the fact that she was popular. And, then, of course, she had picked on those kids that weren't outgoing or good-looking enough to be popular, teasing them about all of their faults with her little group of giggly friends laughing the entire time she did so. And, then, what amused Dominique so much was the fact that she had been on the top on the social status ladder, and then, after a couple of nights, she had fallen all the way to the bottom, becoming an outcast. And, yet, she didn't mind it; she was no longer around those power-hungry bitches and horny bastards, and she could be on her own and try to live without anyone's help. She's been that way for almost an entire year now, and she's just ready to get through it for another year.

"Whatever," mumbled Casper, and Dominique couldn't help but wonder what the world would be like if they weren't constantly arguing and got along all the time. Don't get me wrong, there were some times that they were got along very well, even having a civil conversation or two, but both of their tempers were just too large to ever stay in that civil attitude. But, then, what would happen if they did get along, and actually became--and this even sounded odd to Dominique--friends? Well, Dominique was sure that they would be dating by then, especially with the attraction between the two, unless, of course, she was the only one who really felt it. But, then, she was sure that the relationship would eventually die out if there wasn't that fire between the two. It was something that Dominique truly needed in a relationship, so that she could have someone that would stand up to her and she could actually argue with so that their relationship would remain spicy. Or, then, it would become this boring, dull relationship that would eventually die out and they would end up being friends. Dominique could see it from start to finish, and she knew for a fact that she truly needed that spark, that fire, to really ever have a relationship. Unfortunately for her, the only person that she had that spark with was Casper, and she was sure that he would never want to be in a relationship like that with her. She probably annoyed him too much, she thought, and she held in another sigh. Yes, it was most definitely impossible for anything to ever happen between them.

"Do you really not want to be around me?" came Casper's voice, and Dominique felt her body tense at the tone that was interlaced in it. It almost sounded...sad, as if he was depressed about the fact that she could possibly not want to be around him. But, that just sounded ridiculous to Dominique. Why would he care? He didn't like her in that way, did he? No, of course not, Dominique quickly thought, mentally shaking her head. He could have any girl he wanted, why on earth would he try to go after her, a lonely outcast who was rather plain-looking? He could do so much better. But, of course, what she had said before wasn't because she didn't want to be around him. No, Dominique found that thought completely ridiculous. The truth was, she wanted to be around him so much that she had to do her best to stay away before something ever happened. She didn't want that; no, her brain didn't want that. Her heart, on the other hand, wanted that more than anything else in the world. Her brain was telling her something much more different than her heart, and she was completely torn. Of course, Dominique knew what she was going to have to do, since she had already told herself this when she had first realized the attraction between the two of them--she would try to distant herself from him, so that nothing could ever happen. And, believe me, it wasn't easy task. It seemed that everywhere she looked, he was there with that gorgeous crooked grin. Handsome bastard, Dominique thought, shaking her head. She turned back to him, but, before she could say anything, he quietly said, "Nevermind." She sighed, and looked down at her glove, still trying to get it on.

As Dominique rose higher and higher in the air, she watched Casper fly along with her, and couldn't help but realize how good-looking he truly was. And, unfortunately for her, it was inside and out for him. His hair was this goldish-bronze color and was so thick that she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it. And then his eyes were this bright blue-grey, and had those eyelashes surrounding them. His facial features were sharp and defined, and he looked like his face had been carved out of stone to absolute perfection. Oh, how she hated how gorgeous he truly was. It just made the attraction even stronger. And, then, there was his personality; he was just such a nice guy, so loyal and sweet that it made Dominique want to bang her head against a stone wall because he was so good to everyone. And, then, there was the fact that he could stand up to her and keep up an arguement, which was something that was very rare to find. He was just...perfect, and Dominique wanted him more than anything else in the world. Of course, she was sure that he saw her as some tempermental fuck-up, and that he thought that she was just a nuisance. Who knows, maybe she was. Shaking her head, Dominique forced herself to focus on what was going on around her, and realized that he had already let the bludger go. He knocked it over to her, and she heard his distant voice yell, "Your hit, Dom!" Then, suddenly, she felt something prickle in the back of her neck, and her breathing become shallow. She could hear her sister's voice whisper into her ear, telling her about how she had slept with Andy a week after they broke up, and then her yelling about how Dominique was jealous. Her throat felt like it was closing up, and she felt like the air around her had become dangerously cold. She then realized that the clouds had been darkening overhead ever since she had gotten to the Pitch, and remembered how people had been talking about a possible storm. But, then, everything changed when she realized that the bludger was careening towards her at high speed. And, then an explosion of pain ran through entire right arm.

It wasn't a feeling that she wasn't familiar with; being a Quidditch player, of course she knew all about pain and having a broken arm. She was sure that it was broken even before the pain came shooting up her arm to her neck. She distantly realized that her broom was lowering itself to the ground, and she collapsed onto the warm sand as soon as it was close enough. She remembered the bludger, and realized that it was coming down to her again. She hastily grabbed her wand from her pocket, mumbling "Fucking little bugger," as she aimed her wand at it. And, then, murmering a spell underneath her breath, a shot of dark red light erupted from the tip of her wand and hit the bludger, making it burst into a cloud of smoke. She didn't care if she was damaging school property; it wasn't her problem, as long as she didn't get anything else broken. Feeling her breath hitch up in her throat, Dominique hastily untied her glove strap and pulled it off, and rolled up her sleeve. She could feel a presence behind her, and didn't even have to guess who it was. "We should get back to the locker room; it looks like it's about the rain," she told him quietly, her voice slightly shaking from the pain that was still shooting up and down her broken arm. But, she was right; the clouds were darkening as she spoke, and she could already feel the soft drops of rain caressing her pale skin.

[CASPER WARRINGTON]

Casper floated in the air, his mind elsewhere as the knew the bludger would be zooming towards Domonique. Now that Casper thought about it, he had quite a few things to do today. first, he reallly needed to organise his section of the room. The boys dormitory was...a total war zone. Blankets were thrown everywhere while certain things seemed to be thrown everywhere. Scarves, robes, and ties covered the wood floor. Casper's section was so messy, he really needed to clean it up. He was loosing his assignments and giving them late, resulting in poor grades. If he was a bit more organized, he'd probably get a lot more work done. Casper also had a whole stack of assigments that he needed to finish. Already, the school year had just started and crazy amounts of assignments were being given to the students. It was silly. He needed to write to his mom and dad too. They had sent him a few letters asking how school was, and he had yet to reply to them. He was to busy being a teenager. It was strange. Even though Casper was close to his brother and sister, since they were in Hufflepuff, they often distanced themselves. Casper did know that Gaspard and Julia were pretty close, due to the fact that they were in the same house. Sometimes, Casper wished that he had one of his siblings in his house, then gain, he was glad that he didn't have anyone nagging him all the time, and stuff like that. Casper sighed, feeling a bit lonley, but then he began to think about the beauty of Hogwarts and what an awesome school it was.

Casper loved Hogwarts, and felt that he was blessed to be in a school, no a world! He was in this magical world were spells could enchant letters to float to their destination, brooms flew and dragons were real. It really sucked that everything had to be kept a secret from the muggles. Casper always knew that his family was different from other families in London. They never had owls coming in and out, there families didn't have wands and enchanted chocolates and there brooms didn't float. Hah, they used there brooms to clean! It was hilarious. Casper sighed sadly when Domonique never answered him. All she did was fight him and push him away. If she stopped, they would probably get along very well. Did she think that he was too good for her? He wasn't to good for anyone. Domonique didn't seem to undertstand they they would probably balance eachother out, they would be perfect, except she just kept pushing him farther and darther. Casper looked over to Domonique and his cool grey eyes watched her dark brown hair billowing behind her, her brown eyes deep with thought. She seemed to be frozen, and Casper continued to admire her beauty from afar. Did she know how pretty she really was? Most people thought brown hair was plain looking, but Domonique was just...beautiful. He couldn't even describe her beauty with words. She was inexplicable, but Casper wanted to tell her how beautiful she really was. He wanted to tell the whole school. He wanted to write in the sky and spell it out in stars. He wanted to sing her to most cheesy love song ever, and show her how much she really ment to him. But that wasn't going to happen.

Casper's eyes flickered to the bludger, and he saw it come around to zoom towards Dominique. She seemed to be frozen, not moving. Casper's eyes widened in fear. What was she going to do? Immediatley, he felt a pain rise in his chest. "DOMONIQUE!" he screamed, unable to move. "DO-" he was cut off when he saw the bludger crash into her right arm. Casper didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to rush forward and take her to the hospital wind? Leaning forward on his broom, he zoomed forward and lowered himself, hopping off as his boots sunk in the sand. He wached as she brought her wand and hit the bludger, it exploding in a puff of smoke. Instantly, Casper ran forward and looked at her arm. It was broken. "We should get back to the locker room; it looks like it's about the rain," Domonique was worried about rain? He looked up to the clouds, suddenly realizing that it was dark. The clouds were thick and dark, looming over the quidditch pitch ominously. "Your worried about your rain? Look at you arm!" he said kneeling down, inspecting it. Casper and Gaspard have had so many broken arms, he should be an expert. His mom had cast so many spells on there arm. She was probably in pain. Instantly, the charm of subduing pain came to mind. He took out his wand and aimed at her arm. "Quellious Vexatious." and a light blue fluid snaked out of his wand, encasing her right arm. "I hope that works." he said the rain coming down harder. His hair had been turned to a dark brown, and began to plaster to the his forehead, his face glistening from the rain.

Instantly, Casper's chivalrous side took over. Using as much strength as he could he tucked his arms under her knees and wrapped his arms around her back, picking her up. He stumbled in the sand a bit, knowing Domonique was fiercley independant, and probably wasn't going to be too hapy with Casper helping her out. Walking forward, he headed toward the locker room as he babbled about what they should do. "Okay, we should keep you in the locker room where it's warm, and then I'll send a note. You probably shouldn't move. I'll go get our brooms and clean everything up. Are you okay? Does it hurt too much? Did my harm work?" he continued as he finally got into the locker. Leaning forward and gently set her down and shivered. His robes were soaked and his hair was drenched and he was freezing cold. Flicking on the heater, he poked his head out side and brought his wand out. "Accio, brooms." he said, the brooms following him into the locker room. Turning back, and grabbed a Gryffindor blanket and put it on Domonique, taking charge of the situation. "How does your arm feel?" he said, feelig a little uneasy. He grabbed a piece of paper from the office in the next room and scribbled on the paper.

Madam Pomfrey,
We have a broken arm situation here at the quidditch pitch and need some help. Please come asap. I've cast a pain subduing spell, but that doesn't heal the arm.

Thanks
Casper Warrington

Casper folded the note into a paper airplane shape and charmed the plane, and it teetered off towards the hospital wing. Casper sighed, feeling he got everything done as he went and sat next to Dominique, wiping back his wet hair. "Well. So much for practice." he chuckled, hoping she wouldn't be to upset for helping her.

-- sorry it is so short! D: I have a hard time with length. I will post better next time, I swear

[DOMINIQUE WEASLEY]

Being in a large family with many rough-housing males, it should have been no surprise that Dominique was quite familiar with injuries like her own. When she had only been five or six years old, she had climbed up in the large tree in their backyard, and then fallen out of it, breaking her arm and spraining her ankle. She had been in a lot of pain, but not a single tear had been shed from her dark brown, innocent eyes. She hadn't ever been the type that cried over any sort of pains; she had once popped her arm out of its socket, and, when her father had been forced to pop it back into its socket, she hadn't cried or screamed. She just sat there calmly, coloring away at some coloring book that her mother had given her. She was very tolerant with pain, and this time was no different. Looking down at her arm, she could see that it was already beginning to swell, and blood was rushing up to it, forcing it to become a darkish-pink color. She was relieved, though, that she had bothered to bring her wand with her; she had no doubt that the bludger would have at least broken two other ones if it had continued to hit her, if Dominique hadn't sent a spell at it to explode. For once, she didn't make a stupid mistake and screw up her entire life even more. Haha, maybe luck was finally back on her side?

Casper knelt down beside her, and began to examine her arm. Dominique watched him, his body becoming dangerously close to hers, and she was sure that her heartbeat was slamming against her rib cage with the intensity of her beats. "Your worried about your rain? Look at you arm!" exclaimed Casper, staring at her incredulously as if she had three heads. She had to hold in a laugh at the sight of his face, as if amazed that she wasn't freaking out over her broken arm, or sobbing like a baby about the whole thing. She shook her head at him, but, before she could say anything to him, his hands gently took her arm away from her body and straightened it out. Casper took his wand out and pointed the tip at her broken arm. Dominique watched him, but felt a surprisingly large amount of trust in his ability with his wand. It seemed that Casper had gained Dominique's trust without even knowing it--not that Dominique consciously knew it either. "Quellious Vexatious," said Casper quietly, and a blue bolt of light rushed into her arm, and a rush of warmth spread up to her head and all the way to her toes. At least the pain had vanished, though. "I hope that works," said Casper, and Dominique looked up at him, with a small smile on her face. She couldn't bring herself to frown at him; he had just helped her, especially when most people would have just run off, leaving her to sit in the rain. "It did," said Dominique quietly, her eyes not leaving his.

However, she was forced to look down when she was abruptly pulled into his strong, muscular arms, so that he was carrying her bridal style. Dominique sucked in a breath of air, surprised at being so gently taken from her seat on the sand, but did not yell or scream at him. Her energy was drained with her broken arm, and she had never felt more comfortable than being caught up in his arms. So, she sighed, and, not without hesitating, wrapped her good arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She didn't care anymore if he didn't like her; she was tired and exhausted--not just from her arm, but from all of the stress in her life as well. She wanted nothing more than to relax in his arms, and that was what she was going to do now. "You shouldn't do this," mumbled Dominique, her eyes closed and her cheeks slightly flushed from the cool air that was starting to blow around them. She had to say it, since her independent streak was still flaring inside of her and was screaming at her for allowing him to hold her. However, her heart was simply sighing with relief, happy to find that she no longer was pushing him away as hard as she had done before. Soon, Casper carried her out of the pouring rain and into the locker room, which was closed off from the entire castle and kept up in its own little building. Casper kicked on the heater, and Dominique could already feel the coldness beginning do disappear from her body. Casper gently set her down on the bench, and she found his blue-grey eyes looking down at her, his face no doubt extremely worried.

"Okay, we should keep you in the locker room where it's warm, and then I'll send a note. You probably shouldn't move. I'll go get our brooms and clean everything up. Are you okay? Does it hurt too much? Did my harm work?" babbled Casper, and Dominique found herself laughing softly at him. She couldn't help it, it was just so amusing that he was so worried about her, when she herself had broken her arm, and was acting rather calmly. She gently told him, and anyone on the outside would have been surprised by the almost-joking tone in Dominique's voice, "You'd be awful in an emergency, Warrington. I'm fine, it's just a broken arm. I think you are the one who needs to sit down and relax." She watched him turn away and begin to write a note to Madame Pomfrey; she shook her head at him and got back on her feet. She was never the type who liked to sit down for too long; she walked over to her own personal locker, and opened it, revealing the warm uniform that she had brought down there the first day of the term in case something happened where she needed an extra pair of clothes. Dominique grabbed it from her locker and looked down at it, and then back at Casper. She knew what she had to do, but she just wasn't sure how she would do it. She had to get out of her soaking-wet quidditch robes, but she couldn't exactly change with a broken arm. Which meant that she needed some help, and there was only one person that could help her. Oh, this was going to be so uncomfortable, she couldn't help but think.

Dominique sat down on the bench, and, as soon as he sent out the letter, Casper took a seat beside her as well. Well, so much for practice," he chuckled, and Dominique smirked slightly at him, before it gently faded away. She knew that she had to ask him, since she was sure that he was wondering what on earth she was doing with her uniform in her lap. She looked down at her lap, and was, for what seemed like the first time in years, nervous about what she had to ask. Normally she was bold and didn't care about anything, but now, she was more uncomfortable than anything else in the world. "I...I need your help with something," said Dominique, shifting anxiously in her seat. She waited a couple seconds, and then added, "I need to change into my uniform, but I can't exactly do it on my own, with my arm and all. So, I need some help to do it, and, well....I really hope you know where I'm going with this." She looked up at him, and then bit her bottom lip, nervous about what his reaction would be. If he was as nervous as she was, then she was simply screwed.

[CASPER WARRINGTON]

Casper was glad to hear that his pain away charm went away, and when Domonique's brown eyes met his, his grey eyes twinkled, and he smiled lightly. "Good." he smiled. His heart was thudding loudly in his chest. This was the moment in a chick flick when the boy would passionatly kiss the girl and they would proclaim there love for eachother. But no, this wasn't like this. Casper had never really been in this kind of situation before, especially with a girl. The small smile on Domonique's face made Casper's heart jump out of his chest, and he couldn't help but grin back. She was so beautiful when she smiled. He couldn't see why she didn't smile more often. You shouldn't do this," and Casper rolled his eyes. "There goes that independant streak."[/i] he smiled shaking his head. [b]"You broke yout arm. Of course I have to 'do this." he smiled again. Casper's mother, Elizabeth, always tought her son to try his hardest to help any damsel in distress.He was only doing as he was told. Casper sighed, getting up standing in the door way of the Quidditch girls locker room. Leaning, he began to watch the rain drizzle down, making the sand go from a bright light gold to a dark dingy brown while the emerald grass began to shine. Suprisingly, Casper enjoyed the rain and the cooler weather, finding it much more comfortable than the hot weather. He loved Autmn, with the brilliant shades of red, orange, and rusty browns, whilst still being a bit sunny. Snow was the best part of the cold, making everything white and prestine. Snowball fights were common among the Warrington household in the English countryside, making snowforts and also making snow angels. For Casper the heat was unbearable, and he could often be sitting inside under an airconditioner. The only reason why Casper liked the summer time was because he enjoyed swimming and the Warringtons' lived near a massive lake that they would often be found at, but that was one of the only things that actually made summer bearable.

"You'd be awful in an emergency, Warrington. I'm fine, it's just a broken arm. I think you are the one who needs to sit down and relax." Casper shook his head. He couldn't help but be worried. Things like this scared him, and he didn't like seeing or hearing anyone in pain. That's why Casper's boggart was a few men with different types of muggle guns, just like the one he had heard that one night in London a couple years ago. The agonizing pain of the unknown woman's screams absoloutley terrified Casper, making him want to cry everytime he remembered them. "I never planned on working in emergency." he said blankly. Actually, Casper wanted to work in the department of mysteries, absoloutley enchanted with the things that went on in there. It was either the Department of Mysteries or of course, like the rest of Hogwarts, Casper would really like to be a famous Quidditch player. He would get so into Quidditch, his fierce competitivness coming into play. Casper couldn't sit down in a situation like this. He sighed, turning to go back and sit down only to have Domonique pop back up and go over to her locker. Intriqued, the girl's locker was like, he got up, pacing down the isles. There were different colors, classified by different teams. There were two rows of red lockers for Gryffindors, two blue for Ravenclaw, two yellow for Hufflepuff and two green for Slytherin. There were Quidditch robes, broom sticks and change clothes for the students. The boy's locker room was pretty much the same, but the fact that he was in the girls locker room was just fascinating.

Anything that had to do with girls, Casper was fascinated with. Casper always wondered what the girls bathroom looked like. It couldn't be THAT much different, but still. What did the girls doorm room look like? Is it super tidy and neat and lovley smelling? He didn't know and he didn't know why he was so fascinated. It was just something weird that fascinated him. Peeking his head around the corner, he watched Domonique digging in her locker when she came back up, holding her uniform and returned back to her seat. Casper lingered there for a moment, watching her until he finally went and sat back down. "I can le-" but Casper was cut off when she asked her question. "I...I need your help with something, I need to change into my uniform, but I can't exactly do it on my own, with my arm and all. So, I need some help to do it, and, well....I really hope you know where I'm going with this." Right there, Casper nearly died of happiness. Was this some sort of joke though? The girl he was infatuated with (basically) asking him to take off her clothes? Casper was going to have alot to tell the guys when he got back. A brow rose as he tried to conceal his smirk, and trying to remain as serious possible. Now, how was he supposed to answer this without sounding weird? He sighed, his breath shaking, slightly nervous with the question he was just approached with. "Uh." he stuttered for a moment.

"I c--can." he said not really sure what he was supposed to do. Casper accendentaly walked in on his sister changing and they didn't speak for a week after that, and now he was being asked to help a girl change? How was he supposed to be poilite about it. "Yeah." he nodded, "I'll try not to look," he said reassuringly. hoping she would't be too creeped out with the response. Casper composed a quick game plan in his mind. He'd need to take off her robe, then probably the- oh what was he talking about. He stood up infront of Domonique as he spoke gently. "You may want to stand up." he said grabbing her unbroken arm and carefully pulled her up. He stood infront of her, standing oh so close. All he could hear was he breath and his heart beat thudding in his chest, the sound seeming to be in his ears. He carefully reached forward, taking the leather glove off of her other hand, only taking a few seconds to unstrap the glove and he gently set it on the bench. "Tell me if I hurt you." he said softly, bringing himself even closer to Domonique. He took the edge of her robe and carefully pulled off the sopping piece of cloth and he stood there. "I'm going to gently lift up your arms." he said quietly as he carefully pushed up her elbows. Turning his head, he looked away, but his eyes flickered back and forth to the wall and what he was doing, to at least to make sure he wasn't going to hurt her at all.

His slender fingers grabbed the brim of her shirt, and he turned his head slightly towards her head. He waited a minute, his eyes meeting hers as he took a deep breath and carefully pulled up on the familar red and gold jersey. Careful to pull it up over her arms, he looked down for a minute, his eyes scanning over her figue. His eyes lingered much too long and he quickly looked away, hoping she didn't notice. He put the jersey on the bench and turned away, his hands shaking. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he turned away, his wet uniform clinging to him as his hair began to dry. 'I...don't really know what you wanna do now." he stuttered extremley nervous and embarrased about the situation. How was he supposed to take off her pants without staring? Good god. This was so nerve racking. He turned back and grabbed her unform shirt and carefully slipped it over her head and put her arms through the sleeves, and pulling the shirt down to appropriate length. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he asked again, beginning to realize how cold he was in his clothes.