Theme #7: Confundus
No Hospital Wing, Please
It was golden in its lustre, and Gold's lips curved into a pretty smile.
"David - how gorgeous!" she exclaimed, as she threw her arms around him. He had transferred there only two months ago, and she understood why he was so grateful she had helped him out, but this?
This was seriously very pretty.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, relieved. "Early Christmas present, because I plan to go home, for the holidays and I ... well, wanted to give it to you, by myself."
"You shouldn't have," she smiled. "It's so pretty, it looks like ... gold." She grinned, at the last word. Gold. GOLD.
"It is," he said quietly.
Her eyes widened. "It is? Whoa, David, it must be really expensive."
There was something like confusion in his eyes, now - he could have passed for someone who had
confundus after-effects, seriously. She had never seen him this way, before. He nodded, then bit his lip. "Umm ... Gold?"
"Yeah?" She was actually concerned about him, now. "You alright, David? Do you have a cold? Want me to drop you to the Hospital Wing?"
"No, I -"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Will you be my girlfriend, Gold?"