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Mad Eye Touz · 05-20-2011, 10:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Ama

Daphne didn't mind his roving eyes as much as she minded the strange feeling that came from hearing her last name coming from Plymouth's lips. There was a formality attached to it that she had never identified with the man in front of her. It only reminded her of the distance that had grown between them.

"That's reassuring," she ventured to say with a small smile as a light blush emerged over her cheeks. "You never know if you grow worse or better with age until someone else judges you. Welcoming Wizard!" declared the blond and quickly pressed the back of a small hand to her lips. She chuckled. "It suits you, I think. You seem happy with it."

Miss Hopton was heard again causing Daphne to wrinkle her nose. "Thank you," she said extending a hand. It remained there, suspended in the air. "And I should congratulate you on your new job. Congratulations, Plymouth Morgan. You've done well."

Plymouth had spent hours upon hours trying to figure out what all the little faces Daphne made meant. He'd studied her like a book and never really cracked the Hopton Code. Standing before her and seeing those thoughts bubbling behind that pretty face was familiar and fun, and as futile as ever. He had no idea what she was really thinking.

He took in all that It suits you and you seem happy stuff. Yeah? Good on him, then. It hadn't been at all what he was expecting when he applied.

"You really don't know if you've grown better or worse?" Plymouth sighed and took her hand. He lifted it in the air, over her head, and initiated a little twirl. Inappropriate? Childish? Probably. He didn't care. He was judging her.

05-20-2011, 10:33 PM	#9 (permalink)
Mad Eye Touz Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Throne. Posts: 26,786 Hogwarts RPG Name: Zahra Kettleburn Graduated	Inside Kitty \| HIT ENTER \| UNO Queen Quote: Originally Posted by Ama Daphne didn't mind his roving eyes as much as she minded the strange feeling that came from hearing her last name coming from Plymouth's lips. There was a formality attached to it that she had never identified with the man in front of her. It only reminded her of the distance that had grown between them. "That's reassuring," she ventured to say with a small smile as a light blush emerged over her cheeks. "You never know if you grow worse or better with age until someone else judges you. Welcoming Wizard!" declared the blond and quickly pressed the back of a small hand to her lips. She chuckled. "It suits you, I think. You seem happy with it." Miss Hopton was heard again causing Daphne to wrinkle her nose. "Thank you," she said extending a hand. It remained there, suspended in the air. "And I should congratulate you on your new job. Congratulations, Plymouth Morgan. You've done well." Plymouth had spent hours upon hours trying to figure out what all the little faces Daphne made meant. He'd studied her like a book and never really cracked the Hopton Code. Standing before her and seeing those thoughts bubbling behind that pretty face was familiar and fun, and as futile as ever. He had no idea what she was really thinking. He took in all that It suits you and you seem happy stuff. Yeah? Good on him, then. It hadn't been at all what he was expecting when he applied. "You really don't know if you've grown better or worse?" Plymouth sighed and took her hand. He lifted it in the air, over her head, and initiated a little twirl. Inappropriate? Childish? Probably. He didn't care. He was judging her. __________________