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Magical Soul · 08-02-2011, 05:39 PM

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Originally Posted by Syd (:

Dallin nodded, half-smiling. He was actually really glad that Louisa agreed to write to him. He had a feeling that maybe this summer wouldn't be quite so... lonely. Of course he'd probably still spend most of his time alone. But writing to people and talking to people on the phone would be a nice change. He should do it more often. "Do you have a quill or something?" he hadn't noticed if she had brought a bag with her, so he thought he might as well ask.

O_o Well then, that was settled. Dal smirked at her reaction to him suggesting she went to bed. "Alright," he said with a laugh, "I just don't want you to feel like you have to stay up with me." He had a feeling that he would be up really late tonight; he didn't know why, though, but he wasn't tired in the slightest.

Leaning the side of his face on the back of the couch, Dal thought about her question. "No," he answered thoughtfully. At least he didn't know of any plans. And considering that his family hadn't gone on a real vacation in years it wasn't likely that it was going to happen now. "I'll probably do the same thing as usual... surf, swim, and spend every minute possible on the beach." Which, after spending months at Hogwarts, sounded especially inviting.

"What about you?"

Does she have a quill? She gave him a shifty look. Moving the hem of her top up, Louisa got her wand out and spoke, "Accio quill." A dozen quills flew toward the girl, she picked one, "A lot of students leave theirs in here and since no one's around here studying we could borrow one," HEHEHE. Now, a parchment was the problem. Kind of. The girl jumped off the couch, snatched her Hippogriffs book from the stand she'd put it on earlier and sat back down closer to him. "Here. Problem solved," She smiled proudly and handed him both tools.

Had to? More like wanted to. Louisa shook her head, smiling subtly, and said, "Not at all. I think this could be one of the latest nights that we can spend tog-" She suddenly coughed trying to assess her oncoming words. Spending together; was it too much?

...

Nah. "-together. We should make sure it's going to be as fantastic as this term had been." No blushing this time. Maybe because she meant it sincerely and the uncomfy feeling had nothing to do with it, or maybe because her feelings were starting to get stronger to be hid under red shaded face.

The thirteen years old shifted in her place, sitting on her folded legs and facing Dallin. And she wasn't sitting on the far end of the couch anymore- in the center. "I'm not sure. It depends on my family, really. Whether they decide to come back from France or not," She did mention it to him before, right? Now the thing that she hadn't told him was, "And that depends on my brother's health condition. He's been hospitalized there. As far as my mom wrote to me, he's very good now. So I don't know.." She shrugged. "What I do know, though, is that I will never stay with my aunt for three months! I might go and stay with Marina." She smiled, the idea sounding so cheerful for her, "She's like my guardian. Godmother. Whatever you want to call it. I like her," Except maybe for the fact that Louisa always mouthed off at her, refused to write to her or treat her as more than a stranger. But, yeah, Marina was better than Aunt Brown.

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Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,520 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Syd (: Dallin nodded, half-smiling. He was actually really glad that Louisa agreed to write to him. He had a feeling that maybe this summer wouldn't be quite so... lonely. Of course he'd probably still spend most of his time alone. But writing to people and talking to people on the phone would be a nice change. He should do it more often. "Do you have a quill or something?" he hadn't noticed if she had brought a bag with her, so he thought he might as well ask. O_o Well then, that was settled. Dal smirked at her reaction to him suggesting she went to bed. "Alright," he said with a laugh, "I just don't want you to feel like you have to stay up with me." He had a feeling that he would be up really late tonight; he didn't know why, though, but he wasn't tired in the slightest. Leaning the side of his face on the back of the couch, Dal thought about her question. "No," he answered thoughtfully. At least he didn't know of any plans. And considering that his family hadn't gone on a real vacation in years it wasn't likely that it was going to happen now. "I'll probably do the same thing as usual... surf, swim, and spend every minute possible on the beach." Which, after spending months at Hogwarts, sounded especially inviting. "What about you?" Does she have a quill? She gave him a shifty look. Moving the hem of her top up, Louisa got her wand out and spoke, "Accio quill." A dozen quills flew toward the girl, she picked one, "A lot of students leave theirs in here and since no one's around here studying we could borrow one," HEHEHE. Now, a parchment was the problem. Kind of. The girl jumped off the couch, snatched her Hippogriffs book from the stand she'd put it on earlier and sat back down closer to him. "Here. Problem solved," She smiled proudly and handed him both tools. Had to? More like wanted to. Louisa shook her head, smiling subtly, and said, "Not at all. I think this could be one of the latest nights that we can spend tog-" She suddenly coughed trying to assess her oncoming words. Spending together; was it too much? ... Nah. "-together. We should make sure it's going to be as fantastic as this term had been." No blushing this time. Maybe because she meant it sincerely and the uncomfy feeling had nothing to do with it, or maybe because her feelings were starting to get stronger to be hid under red shaded face. The thirteen years old shifted in her place, sitting on her folded legs and facing Dallin. And she wasn't sitting on the far end of the couch anymore- in the center. "I'm not sure. It depends on my family, really. Whether they decide to come back from France or not," She did mention it to him before, right? Now the thing that she hadn't told him was, "And that depends on my brother's health condition. He's been hospitalized there. As far as my mom wrote to me, he's very good now. So I don't know.." She shrugged. "What I do know, though, is that I will never stay with my aunt for three months! I might go and stay with Marina." She smiled, the idea sounding so cheerful for her, "She's like my guardian. Godmother. Whatever you want to call it. I like her," Except maybe for the fact that Louisa always mouthed off at her, refused to write to her or treat her as more than a stranger. But, yeah, Marina was better than Aunt Brown.