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He snorted.
"Keep an eye on me? Please, I don't need a babysitter, girl." He said, shaking his head at the thought. To him, it was how he looked at the situation.

He grinned, since although his life here was boring, his life back home was fun. That is, if you thought walkinging around a city with a group of friends and picking fights was fun.

"So, where are we going?" He asked, putting his hands in his pockets again and relaxing slightly.

He ruffled her hair, then put his hands in his pocket and thought.
"Don't know. I don't do alot around here, in case you can't tell. I mostly sit around and watch." He said, thoughtfully. He hadn't done much since he came here. In fact, he was even a bit bored lately. one can only do nothing for so long.

Sam smirked now.
"Hey, I said I didn't mind. No need to start a fight, " He stood up and walked to her, placing his hand on her head, as though she were a little kid, "small fry."

He grinned and left his hand there, laughing slightly. She was younger then him, but he hadn't met many other people, so why not hang out with this girl?

"So who can I talk to about this? I don't want some gilr younger then me being able to tell me what to do." He said, swinging his feet over his head a bit to far and doing a semi-flip off the two foot high windowsill. He landed, hard and sat up, shaking his head and looking at her for an answer. He smiled at her, an actual smile instead of a grin.

"Just kidding. I don't mind."

"So? Where I come from, they have a truant officer to do that. Think I ever listened to him?" Sam asked, grinning as she laughed. He continued looking at her upside down. "Besides, who put you in charge of students?"

"Nope." Sam said, moving so his feet touched the top of the window and his back was on the sill while his head hung down. he looked at her upside down and grinned.

"I think you might look better this way." He said, forgeting he wasn't talking to someone he knew. he laughed and watched her to see the reaction she'd have. he wondered if she'd get mad, or if she'd laugh. He also wondered what she looked like when she laughed. After all, sometimes a girl could be extremely pretty when she laughed, and that's how he'd know if he'd get to hate her, or be her friend.

"And I'd rather you not read my mind." He said, narrowing his eyes. He was a gutsy kid, and this wasn't an act. He didn't know anyone at the school very well, so he wasn't aware of how little he actually knew. He wasn't scared of any of the others around here, and certanily not afraid of one kid.

He looked Lavy up and down, then turned back to the window. Okay, one girl. But, he'd never had to fight a girl before, he wasn't sure if he'd do it.

"At what?" He asked, his voice level. He didn't turn around but wiped at the fog on the window. He looked at his hand for a minute then placed it against the wall beside the window. He concentrated and his hand, up to half way between his wrist and elbow, took on the appearance of the stone wall. He moved his hand to a close-by green tapastry and his hand turned green. He pulled his hand back and it returned to normal.

"Besides, who're you to care?" He demanded, turning at his waist so he could see her. She looked familer, had he seen her before?

Sam Smith was skipping class, again. He had most of the week, just because he felt like it. He sat Indian style on a windowsill in the Slytherin common room, his forhead pressed against the glass while he watched what went on below.

Nothing was really going on down there, just a couple of birds pecking the ground for worms or something. He looked at blue bird that seemed larger then the other birds. It also seemed to have an attitude since all it had to do was fly over and the others would scatter. It reminded Sam of himself, when he was home.

Barry, his best friend at home had taken over his job as leader of their friends, while Sam was stuck here. he didn't like school at all, and he wondered why he had listened to his mom. Despite him not listening to anyone else, he always listened to her. She had told him he might as well do something with his life, when he had gotton the letter.

Sam's breath fogged the window up so he couldn't see out. He sat up, waiting for the fog to clear.

Name: Samual Mark Smith

Nickname: Is sometimes called Sammy, though he really likes Sam better.

Age: About seventeen, even though he looks two years older. He uses this to help get what he wants.

Height: 6'4"

Appearance: He has dark, almost black hair that's actually pretty long, and he really should get it cut soon. he has dark blue eyes and is actually pretty good looking.

Race: Human

Parents:  Some guy and Netilina Smith.

Personality: A bit of a sadist, he loves to watch people fall down and get hurt, though in reality, he'd never enjoy it if someone got hurt too badly. He's not the best at socializing, but tends to be able to find what he wants to say. At school, he's not the politest kid around, since he was raised to say what he wants when he wants.

Likes: Making people trip, doing what he wants

Dislikes: Monkeys. Don't ask, he thinks they are wierd.

Powers: Has the power to take on the appearance of his surroundings. Problem with this is his cloths don't change, only his body. Also had a small amount of telepathy.

History: Mother got knocked up by some guy and ran out on them when Sam was five. Him and his mother lived in the city so they could affored to eat and Sam grew up like almost any city kid, rude and a bit obnoxious. (not to say all city kids are) He does what he wants when he wants and dosn't really seem to care what teachers and such think. Back home, he was the head of a bunch of friends, and though he will quickly say that he dosn't know anything about any gangs, they were one.

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What'd the deal with the RPs? I've RPed before, but how do you guys do it here?

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