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Willow_Kovac
An internal debate was going on inside Aaron Dawking's head. Should he return to the common room and bare with the noise and screaming of the first years, or stay there, and bare with the glances Hufflepuff prefect. Well, he had to admit that the only thing that bothered him about the Hufflepuff prefect, was that she was still blushing. He didn't mind her staring at all. Hmmm.. that's weird.
The common room on the other hand... He sighed. The only thought of how messy and loud the common room probably was in those moments, made him frown.
Of the two options, Aaron was pretty sure which one he prefered...
Trying to flat his hair again, and naturally failing at it as usual, the fifth year risked another quick glance at the girl. Again, she was staring at him. He frowned.
Part of him wanted to go over there, and demand the hufflepuff what was her problem? But the other, (the proud and stubborn one) wanted to stay there and ignore her. If she wanted to talk to him, he was the one that was going to talk first. Not him.
The pink lovely blush was on her cheeks, and like before, he didn't fail to notice it. The fifth year run his fingers through his hair in frustration, and looked away, determined not to look in her direction again.
Mellie felt SO awkward. The strange, unfamiliar boy had caught her looking at him yet again. Every time this happened, it seemed to get more embarrassing for her. Finally, the Hufflepuff prefect decided that she couldn't take it anymore. Social situations, especially overly uncomfortable ones like this, made her... well... uncomfortable.
Acting rather suddenly, Mellie carefully slipped
Romeo and Juliet back into her gray purse. After slipping the bag over her arm, she stood up. Mellie was going back to the Hufflepuff Common Room. It was bound to be more comfortable there, even with the obnoxious roar of new and returning students. At least there, she'd be able to get
him out of her head.
Unfortunately, the only path leading to the Hufflepuff Common Room from the courtyard where the party was being held passed right next to Aaron. Walking a little faster than usual, Mellie swept past him. She kept her eyes on the ground the whole time, determined not to make eye contact another time. It wasn't until she'd gotten at least five feet past him that she chanced a quick look back.
Is it possible that he looks better from the back? Mellie wondered.
The light-haired girl didn't give herself much of a chance to mull this over. She quickly turned back to her path and started walking again. Mellie didn't notice that her beloved journal had dropped out of her purse and was lying visibly on the ground.