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Fifth Year |  Hufflepuff Forever Interstellar Hitchhiker
Text Cut: The one that makes us the happiest Quote:
Originally Posted by Grangerfn1  Happy sigh.
As she leaned against him, Max smiled at the fireplace in front of them, even though the topic at hand still made him uneasy. Of course, when he took Emmaleigh out of the happenings so far in the term, the term still hadn't been as bad as he thought it would have been. He had Spike, Indy, Ella, Viv, Aidan, Louisa, the Quidditch team, and some interesting classes to keep him happy. Without her, he might have been okay. But that was just it - he would be okay. Just an average term of some friends, Quidditch, and classes.
This term was fresh and new and exciting and thrilling and... Max was experiencing something he had never gone through before: the thrill of liking someone who liked him back.
"Glad I came when I did, then," he smiled. "I guess my stomach led me to you. I was really, really hungry." Or their stomachs led both of them to each other. Boy, food really WAS a big deal to them. "Me too," Max murmured softly to the comment about a corner of the common room. It was kind of astounding how alike they were. Reflecting on this for a few long moments, Max gently rested his head against hers on his shoulder. He gently rubbed his thumb in a circle around her thumb knuckle as they held hands, enjoying their closeness.
And then what she said next and how she said it caught him off guard. 'Honestly' and 'never' were both very powerful words. Her statement meant a lot to Max, and he made that apparent by squeezing her hand tighter as if he never wanted to let go. "I can relate, Em. How... on Earth did I let you slip by me for so many years?" It was a rhetorical question, and once the words passed his lips he hoped it didn't sound... rude or insensitive in some way. He just meant that he was upset with himself for not realizing someone so perfect for him had been a few seats away every day in classes for so long.
Suddenly thinking of other things he had been wondering and wanted to ask when they had proper time to spend talking, Max set his tea down on the table next to him once more. "Em," he said, taking her hand in both of his. "I feel like... over these months we've learned a lot about each other." Most of the typical 'favorites' had been covered. He knew quite a bit about her family, her general interests, her passions, where she seemed to want to go in life. But... he didn't know the bad stuff. "What bugs you, though? D'you have any pet peeves? 'Cause... all I ever see from you is patience, kindness, beauty, cleverness, sweetness... I know there's gotta be some things that drive you nuts."
Things Max wanted to make sure he never did. “And I’m glad I didn’t leave as soon as I bought my snacks.” If it hadn’t been for those first years, and Lainey’s arrival, she would have probably returned to her compartment. His stomach. Emmaleigh grinned, and sitting her tea down, she reached over to pat his tummy. “Well then, thank you.” She said not to the boy, but to where her hand still rested on his stomach. “And you didn’t even get to eat anything until the feast,” she said looking up at Max. She had tried to get him to order, but he had insisted on waiting, and then the train thing happened. The train thing where she had maintained her outer cool, but was terrified on the inside. The train thing where Max had been able to comfort her with just a hand hold.
When Max placed his head on hers, and began rubbing her knuckle, she sighed, and snuggled into him a little more. She had thought so many times over the day that things couldn’t get any better than they were, but this, this right here was the best. And then the way he held on to her hand tighter. He would have to stop this, she had already used up a whole month’s worth of "This is the best," moments. When he asked his next question, she didn’t have an answer, so she just gave a little shrug. It did make her think about how often they must have walked by each other in the halls, or passed up the chance to sit beside the other person in class. If they had met back then, they could have been friends or something for years.
Her pet peeves? She really wasn’t that sure, she had never really thought about it before. She bit her lip thinking about what she couldn’t stand. “I don’t particularly like being told I’m not a girl when I don’t carry a hairbrush or mirror with me.” She just wasn’t a girly girl, and she didn’t appreciate it when others tried to tell her she needed to be. And Elijah could just, go away for all she cared. ”Or when someone decides perform a spell on me without my permission.” Though, what ever this spell Max had over her, he could continue to do. “And, well,” she stopped, trying to decided if she really wanted to tell him the next bit, and how to best say it. Squeezing his hand she began again, “What really bugs me is when my, uh, ex-non-boyfriend, boyfriend, best friend person, shows me too much affection. Like he kisses me on the head sometimes, and it just feels weird when he does it. He said I’m like his sister, but its just, I don’t know.” It just made her feel as awkward as she had whenever they were, well what ever they were.
She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, wanting to stop talking about Michael. Looking up at Max she asked, “What about you?”
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