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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
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Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy  She smiled as he said she did a good job, but he did get a curious look for the way he said it. And really, it wasn’t her doing, it was the room. She had told it what they needed, and it had filled in the details. “I don’t know why the books are even here. I didn’t ask for them or anything. I guess when I asked for a cozy room, it thought we would like them. Its got a lot of the books I really enjoy, like here is the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy series,” she said running her finger along the shelf. “And I think I saw Quidditch Through the Ages over there,” she pointed to the neighboring shelf, figuring that book was there for him.
“The clothes, though, we an accident. I uh, got a little distracted by the swishy noise my pants were making while I paced, and wish I’d changed.” She was glad they had appeared though, since Max seemed to approve of the idea. His digging through her basket made her grin. Oh, she really hoped her basket had clothes like that. As he ducked into behind the divider to change, Em busied her self with studying the bookshelves a little more. Though, she didn’t get much time to look seeing as he was done just as soon as he stepped back there. “That was quick.”
When Max said he’d wait over by the couch, she nodded. She grabbed a pair of pants nearly identical to the ones Max had put on, and a dark green jumper from off the top of her basket. She also made sure to grab a grey long-sleeved shirt, and some of those fuzzy socks. Taking all of that with her behind the divide, she poked her head out once more to make sure Max was looking the other direction. Seeing him wrapped up in the blanket made her smile. He looked so adorable and warm.
As she changed, Em couldn’t help but think about the boy sitting on the other side of the room. Thinking about how they had met, and how much she enjoyed spending time with him. It took her a couple of minutes to change, due to her thoughts. When she finished, she threw her old damp shirt over the top of the divide, and left her pants laying on the floor. Usually she wouldn’t leave clothes laying around like that, but she would have to gather her things whenever they left anyways.
Moving over to the sofa, she grabbed her tea and sat down closed beside Max. Pulling a blanket into her lap, she glanced at Max’s hand wrapped around his mug. Would it be okay to hold his hand? They had done it some already today, but it was mostly to keep her on her feet right? Placing both hands around her tea, she leaned back against the couch. “So…” she said, not knowing what to talk about.
"We can't really complain, can we?" Max laughed lightly, turning his gaze to the copious amounts of books. "Really? The whole series? Maybe I'll need to spend more time here than in my common room. We really do have everything we need here." They could definitely come back often when they were cold, right? Especially if they both wanted to let their grades slip... which they probably didn't. But maybe they'd have to a little. This room was too much of a temptation. So comfortable.
He smiled, letting his eyes fall over her features as she spoke about the clothes. He liked the way her eyes seemed to shine all the time - he always noticed a little spark, something that just... made her eyes gleam.
Who was he kidding, though? Everything about her was like that. Just then, he officially decided that she couldn't possibly be any more beautiful, neither inside nor out. She had reached the maximum. It would just be UNFAIR for her to become any more beautiful over time.
Once Max was back on the couch, he curled up in a ball, keeping one hand through his mug's handle as he rested it on his knee. He was trying to warm up quickly so that once Em joined him, he would be a nice little source of extra heat for her. He sat in silence, drinking his tea, staring into the fireplace before him for a few long minutes, deep in thought. When she finally joined him, Max uncurled from his cocoon, sat up straight, and gave her a broad grin. Wordlessly, he set his tea down on his side table, unwrapped himself from the blanket, and carefully put it around Emmaleigh from behind. "Warmed it up for you," he said, making sure it covered her nicely but wasn't going to get into her tea mug.
Since he was now blanketless, Max rose, stole the blanket laying over the nearby chair, and curled up in that one instead. His usual 'I'm-with-Emmaleigh-this-is-the-best-feeling' smile was still plastered on his face when he picked up his tea once more.
...So?
"So," he repeated aloud, drawing his gaze to the fireplace. "I've been thinking. Where would we be... if you hadn't come back to Hogwarts?" It was a very sudden, serious question. It made him feel anxious to think about. Honestly, where WOULD he be right now? Would he even be happy at all? "It's funny... that we went though five and a half terms without talking to each other... being in the same classes... and..." His voice trailed off, a sad smile on his face. Now his eyes were shining. "It scares me to think that you might not have come back. I... think this probably would've been a really sad... lonely," he cleared his throat, "term for me. I'm... I know I've said this, but I'm really glad you're here."
At that, Max rested his hand between them, palm up, hoping she would accept his hand to hold with his silly Emmaleigh smile still on his face.
"Thank you." For what? Existing? Well... yes. Probably. Her existence was something he was quite thankful for.
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