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Originally Posted by
Harron Peasley 
The blondes eyes flicked up as she heard the compartment door slide open, and her eyes widened as she saw who it was. Aimée didn't really want to see Stephen right then, didn't want to talk to him, because he knew what topic of conversation he'd have in mind.
And she was right. She sighed as he sat opposite her, and her gaze turned back to the window when he spoke. She didn't answer for a few seconds, but when she did, although her head turned back, she still avoided his gaze. "I could if I tried," she attempted, forgetting that she'd told him her 'hiding' places at the feast."Not uncomfortable." She looked at him now, shrugging a little. "I mean... I uh, I guess zat I.. feel, uh, feel ze same."
The same as him, she meant. That she liked him, too. Which was something she hadn't even wanted to admit to herself.
The Italian boy was a bit confused now. Did Aimee just admit to having feelings for him? Well, that was unexpected since she had been hiding from him all this time.
"Do you really? Then why were you hiding from me?" he asked, taking out that ball he had been playing with in the Great Hall. Yeah, he knew he was never going to open the thing unless Kat found out. Welp.
"You're too shy for your own good," Stephen laughed. It was kind of true, though. Aimee was mostly indoors instead out outside where most people were.