“Find a broom cupboard,” He growled at two people snogging against the wall.

There was a firm scowl on Anthony Hoult’s face as he stalked down a corridor, turned around a corner, peered around, and resumed his violent walking. Around him, couples did couple-graded-stuff, and the sixteen year old felt like doing nothing other than growling at them. Loudly. And perhaps hexing their lips off. If he wasn’t going to snog anyone –and it seemed he might not, considering Gigi was turning out to be impossible to find-, then nobody should get to either. Blue eyes narrowing, Tony turned another corner, and spotted her. Some might have smiled at finding their query, but the Slytherin went for huffing and moving quicker to catch up to her –quickly reaching out a hand and spinning her around.

“Oi. You. Follow me, yeah?” The sentence ended in the hitched intonation that indicated a question, but it was far more of an order, and Tony twisted on his heels the minute he finished speaking the words. Valentine’s Day was about snogging –not to mention the fact that it had been a bit too long since he’d actually done any kissing-, and he was determined to do just that now that he’d found his friend and today’s victim. Of course, he would rather a bloke –maybe even Bran, although it was dangerous to go down that path-, but Gigi would do especially well because she was a friend and she would surely understand that this was not at all about feelings but the simple physical need to snog.

After a few corners and long corridors, he spotted the empty classroom he was leading her towards and stopped by it, shoving the door open with his knee and holding it open for her with one bare hand against it. “In.” He said, then let his eyes fall on her face and finally remembered that smiling could get him places at times. And that Gigi was probably quite unable to understand what the hell he wanted. “I have an offer to make,” He said, grinning widely, blue eyes twinkling mischievously. “Just please follow me in, Gigi?”

Were all her friends completely cray-cray? Or at least glued to it, damn but Tony might just have worse taste than Harper for dating. Gigi'd have to stock up on the burnable effigy sort of dolls.

Still let Tony drag her off, though the glare she shot him once they got to the classroom wasn't too pleased at all. "Offer, huh? Now? What, the Bag exploded into bits of maniacal laughter?" Day before Valentine's tended to involve girlfriends (or boyfriends), and Gigi wasn't either.

If this was turning into help me pick stuff out for my self-delusional SO who couldn't even hack it with the Monarchy then she was so out. Had poetry to write and the entire Restricted section to poke at, plus trying to see if she could dig Reach previews up somewhere. Way to fail at tech, Hogwarts. "This better be good." She lifted her foot up, waving the toe of it at Tony in an impatient and vaguely threatening gesture.

Gigi seemed rather unhappy as Tony closed the door and deliberately cast a spell to lock it –it wouldn’t do for his fake girlfriend to find out he was fake cheating on her. But snogging Alexa got boring at times, and Tony was quite in the mood for something else. Therefore, as Gigi pointed her toe at him, the sixteen year old folded his arms over his chest and calmly raised an eyebrow. Blue eyes on her, he noticed –for the first time, really, as he didn’t tend to honestly spend time checking out girls- that she was rather attractive, and he couldn’t have chosen a better partner to snog just for the hell of it. Other than the Ex Who Should Not Be Named but whom he’d use as a pity pull if things got tough in convincing his friend to help a boy out.

After a second, the Slytherin smirked and stepped towards her; Gigi was one of the few people he didn’t constantly feel like hexing –although from time to time he was rather certain she was in need of a spell in the chest simply for the hell of it-, and one of the few he considered a true friend. Reaching her, Tony wrapped her in a bear hug very untraditional of him, and which would most probably make the girl realize something was incredibly wrong or out of place. Then, he pulled back, placed a hand on each hip, and stared straight into her face. “I need a snog,” He stated, matter of fact, getting straight to the point. “Alexa is boring me, and the boy I really want,” This last part was said full of meaning, for she’d know he was talking about Bran –and hopefully that would help. “The boy I really want will only come to me if he has nobody else.” Tony pouted, although the action made him use muscles in his jaw that he hadn’t known existed and he felt odd for doing it. “So snog me, will you?”

The hug was weird. Way weird for Tony, and Gigi's face got a bit stuck on quizzical as he went on about snogging. "So, pity snog, or I'm pretending nothing's wrong while hoping you pick it up cause I temp misplaced my balls snog?"

She leaned in a little and licked her lips anyways. This was better than dullness and romance at least. Wasn't like she'd had much snogging lately. "Answer first. Then snogging."

Her foot tapped on the floor, toe pointed again. He had to give her something, least something besides 'hey Gigi be my last resort.' With that he could have at least tried to pull it in front of Tappy.

And here was one of those moments when Gigi deserved to be cursed, simply for being annoying –and for being a girl, honestly. She couldn’t simply let it go and just go along with it; she had to ask questions. Tony, however, rolled his eyes and did his very best to keep his temper in check because he had a feeling that if he hexed her, she wouldn’t be up for snogging. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, stepping forwards until they were chest to chest and he found himself actually smirking down at her –although it was a rather strange smile, and rather mischevious, really. “I just want to snog someone without it meaning anything, okay?” He didn’t even have to mention that he knew Gigi would get that this was a No Strings Attatched type of thing.

Then, with a nod, he leant his head down and tried to snog her; but the position was all wrong, and it was all rather uncomfortable. Tony sucked in his bottom lip in frustration as he glanced around, before sighing. “Why don’t you hop onto that desk, and I can just stand between your knees?” He suggested with a shrug.

Were boys always this...it was Tony, course it was. Gigi rolled her eyes, far back as she could. Pretty far that, plenty of practice and sometimes she cheated just a little at it. Mostly on Tappy.

Wasn't going to bust any headsets pulling it here.

And could think of worse things than a snog. So she clambered up onto the desk, put her hands on her hips and smirked at him. "Come on then. Don't take all day."

She poked a finger into his chest.