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Yourenodaisy · 10-07-2012, 08:03 PM

Text Cut: I seriously doubt that. <3

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Originally Posted by Grangerfn1

That was part of it, too. He knew she had been stuck hanging around some first years on the train. What if they hadn't been there to entertain her? What if she wasn't there? Max would've had to be in charge of the Food Trolley group on his own. Bleh. He didn't like the idea of that. And maybe he wouldn't have even gotten to see her tend to a hurt student on the platform. That type of kindness was particularly alluring.

When she pat his stomach and talked to it, Max suppressed laughter. He subconsciously clenched his stomach nervously, experiencing the same sensation of butterflies he had on the pitch. Physical closeness other than a hug or handhold was so... foreign, so bizarre. It made his skin prickle with a mix of discomfort and delight. But it wasn't discomfort in the sense that she was making him uncomfortable - Max was just nervous in general. A new situation, new kind of interactions with someone. Everything... made him feel like he was going to do something wrong, and he still didn't know what to expect from Emmaleigh.

As she began to list off some pet peeves, the Ravenclaw casually looked back and forth between Em and the fireplace. The hairbrush or mirror thing... was to be expected, Max thought. He knew she wasn't like that, which was one of the things that he found to be refreshing in a female - she didn't stress over her appearance, and she was gutsy enough to stand up for herself when people made dumb stereotypes in the first place. Girls didn't have to carry that kind of stuff. It actually seemed silly to Max that any of them did.

Using a spell on her without permission? "What?" he said aloud to that one. "Someone's done that?" Max would think that's annoying, too. Who wouldn't?

And then Em's expression morphed to ultra serious, and Max's face scrunched slightly with concern. When she began to talk, the seventh year boy tried his best to... not look alarmed. First, she was talking about her 'ex.' That was something they had never talked about. Secondly, this guy... KISSED her on the forehead and used the oldest trick in the book of saying 'I think of you as a sister' to cover up other intentions? Yeah. Max didn't trust this guy at all.

"Oh."

...

"He... still does this?" He wouldn't anymore, if he did. Not on Max's watch. "What's... his name?" That was an okay question, wasn't it? "I'm... really sorry... that's been happening. You're allowed to stand up for yourself, y'know. You can tell him how you feel about it and just... say no. I know... that can be easier said than done. You don't want to hurt feelings. But if it bothers you that much, it's better to look out for yourself and... take care of you and make it better."

Adjusting his position on the couch but still holding Emmaleigh's hand, Max cleared his throat at her questioning of his pet peeves. "Mine?" Did... he have any? He hardly ever got mad. About anything. It was a real problem, actually. It wasn't good to suppress negative emotions. But then he thought of one. "I don't like... it when people are pompous, full of themselves. Act like... they're better than everyone else for little to no reason." Milton. "And... I dunno," he shrugged, "there's nothing worse than going to sit out on the grounds somewhere and have people come by noisily and... stick around and seem to intentionally disrupt what was supposed to be a peaceful, quiet time." He was sure she understood that one.

"I... dunno, though. Things don't usually bother me too much. I just don't like it when people are inconsiderate of others or... disregard the feelings of others or treat people like they don't matter or aren't good enough." But that kind of stuff bugged everyone, didn't it? He wasn't all that different.

"...Sorry to interrupt our conversation for a second, but what kind of food d'you have over there?" He forgot to peek at the basket on her end table before she came over. He had meant to do that so she didn't have to see him impolitely scarf down some food. Huuungry.

“yeah,” she said nodding, thinking about one specific time earlier in the term. “I mean, If they had just asked me, I probably would have agreed.” Since it had been a useful spell. “It just hurt a little bit, like most healing spells tend to do, and I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Emmaleigh looked down at their hands as Max asked about the forehead kiss thing. “Uh-huh,” she said nodding. “Not very often, Its only happened once this term, but I just don’t like it, you know?” When he asked about his name, Em hesitated for a moment, before answering, “His name is Michael, why?” Why did he want to know, what difference did it make if he knew him or not? “He knows it makes me uncomfortable, but, he says he’ll kiss me on my wedding day, or when ever he feels like.” She used her free hand to play with the charm bracelet that she habitually wore on her wrist. “He think that just because were good friends, and I wear this, he has the right to kiss me on the forehead or cheek.” Even though he made her uncomfortable, and they fought a lot, she was scared to push Michael away. He was the only one left at Hogwarts that she had known since her first year.

As Max began talking about the things that he didn’t like, Em found herself nodding. Those that thought they were better than anyone else certainly were annoying. Though, his next agervation made her grin. Letting her other hand rest on his she turned her grin on him and gave his hand a squeeze. “You mean like when someone comes out the lake and asks what you’re reading, and you have to spend the rest of the afternoon talking about quidditch, flying, magical creatures, and everything.“ It was funny that he felt that way, and that was exactly how they had gotten to know about each other. “But yeah, I know what you mean. Its annoying when people seem like they are trying to be as loud as possible.”

“It’s a welcome interruption.” She said before realsing how that statement could be taken. “Not that I want to stop talking, its just that I’m getting really hungry.” Reaching for the basket, she opened the top to reveal the food. “There’s some pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, cookies, a few different types of fruit, and a couple of sandwiches. I hope you like ham and cheese, that’s what the house elves made.” Setting the basket on the ottoman in front of them, she pulled out one of the sandwiches and began munching on it. It was just a simple sandwich, but she was so hungry that it seemed like the best sandwich she had ever eaten.

10-07-2012, 08:03 PM	#50 (permalink)
Yourenodaisy Billywig Join Date: Jun 2010 Posts: 3,747 Hogwarts RPG Name: E M Knight Fifth Year	Hufflepuff Forever Interstellar Hitchhiker Text Cut: I seriously doubt that. <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Grangerfn1 That was part of it, too. He knew she had been stuck hanging around some first years on the train. What if they hadn't been there to entertain her? What if she wasn't there? Max would've had to be in charge of the Food Trolley group on his own. Bleh. He didn't like the idea of that. And maybe he wouldn't have even gotten to see her tend to a hurt student on the platform. That type of kindness was particularly alluring. When she pat his stomach and talked to it, Max suppressed laughter. He subconsciously clenched his stomach nervously, experiencing the same sensation of butterflies he had on the pitch. Physical closeness other than a hug or handhold was so... foreign, so bizarre. It made his skin prickle with a mix of discomfort and delight. But it wasn't discomfort in the sense that she was making him uncomfortable - Max was just nervous in general. A new situation, new kind of interactions with someone. Everything... made him feel like he was going to do something wrong, and he still didn't know what to expect from Emmaleigh. As she began to list off some pet peeves, the Ravenclaw casually looked back and forth between Em and the fireplace. The hairbrush or mirror thing... was to be expected, Max thought. He knew she wasn't like that, which was one of the things that he found to be refreshing in a female - she didn't stress over her appearance, and she was gutsy enough to stand up for herself when people made dumb stereotypes in the first place. Girls didn't have to carry that kind of stuff. It actually seemed silly to Max that any of them did. Using a spell on her without permission? "*What?" he said aloud to that one. "Someone's done that?" Max would think that's annoying, too. Who wouldn't? And then Em's expression morphed to ultra serious, and Max's face scrunched slightly with concern. When she began to talk, the seventh year boy tried his best to... not look alarmed. First, she was talking about her 'ex.' That* was something they had never talked about. Secondly, this guy... KISSED her on the forehead and used the oldest trick in the book of saying 'I think of you as a sister' to cover up other intentions? Yeah. Max didn't trust this guy at all. "Oh." ... "He... still does this?" He wouldn't anymore, if he did. Not on Max's watch. "What's... his name?" That was an okay question, wasn't it? "I'm... really sorry... that's been happening. You're allowed to stand up for yourself, y'know. You can tell him how you feel about it and just... say no. I know... that can be easier said than done. You don't want to hurt feelings. But if it bothers you that much, it's better to look out for yourself and... take care of you and make it better." Adjusting his position on the couch but still holding Emmaleigh's hand, Max cleared his throat at her questioning of his pet peeves. "Mine?" Did... he have any? He hardly ever got mad. About anything. It was a real problem, actually. It wasn't good to suppress negative emotions. But then he thought of one. "I don't like... it when people are pompous, full of themselves. Act like... they're better than everyone else for little to no reason." Milton. "And... I dunno," he shrugged, "there's nothing worse than going to sit out on the grounds somewhere and have people come by noisily and... stick around and seem to intentionally disrupt what was supposed to be a peaceful, quiet time." He was sure she understood that one. "I... dunno, though. Things don't usually bother me too much. I just don't like it when people are inconsiderate of others or... disregard the feelings of others or treat people like they don't matter or aren't good enough." But that kind of stuff bugged everyone, didn't it? He wasn't all that different. "...Sorry to interrupt our conversation for a second, but what kind of food d'you have over there?" He forgot to peek at the basket on her end table before she came over. He had meant to do that so she didn't have to see him impolitely scarf down some food. Huuungry. “yeah,” she said nodding, thinking about one specific time earlier in the term. “I mean, If they had just asked me, I probably would have agreed.” Since it had been a useful spell. “It just hurt a little bit, like most healing spells tend to do, and I just wasn’t expecting it.” Emmaleigh looked down at their hands as Max asked about the forehead kiss thing. “Uh-huh,” she said nodding. “Not very often, Its only happened once this term, but I just don’t like it, you know?” When he asked about his name, Em hesitated for a moment, before answering, “His name is Michael, why?” Why did he want to know, what difference did it make if he knew him or not? “He knows it makes me uncomfortable, but, he says he’ll kiss me on my wedding day, or when ever he feels like.” She used her free hand to play with the charm bracelet that she habitually wore on her wrist. “He think that just because were good friends, and I wear this, he has the right to kiss me on the forehead or cheek.” Even though he made her uncomfortable, and they fought a lot, she was scared to push Michael away. He was the only one left at Hogwarts that she had known since her first year. As Max began talking about the things that he didn’t like, Em found herself nodding. Those that thought they were better than anyone else certainly were annoying. Though, his next agervation made her grin. Letting her other hand rest on his she turned her grin on him and gave his hand a squeeze. “You mean like when someone comes out the lake and asks what you’re reading, and you have to spend the rest of the afternoon talking about quidditch, flying, magical creatures, and everything.“ It was funny that he felt that way, and that was exactly how they had gotten to know about each other. “But yeah, I know what you mean. Its annoying when people seem like they are trying to be as loud as possible.” “It’s a welcome interruption.” She said before realsing how that statement could be taken. “Not that I want to stop talking, its just that I’m getting really hungry.” Reaching for the basket, she opened the top to reveal the food. “There’s some pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, cookies, a few different types of fruit, and a couple of sandwiches. I hope you like ham and cheese, that’s what the house elves made.” Setting the basket on the ottoman in front of them, she pulled out one of the sandwiches and began munching on it. It was just a simple sandwich, but she was so hungry that it seemed like the best sandwich she had ever eaten. __________________ So many things are possible just as long as you don't know they're impossible