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After taking a seat, the seventh year drew her attention to the window, eyeing the landscape for a moment. Gwen still had the sketchbook in her hand, though she was certain she wouldn’t start a new drawing. Mainly because she had good company. Ehh. After asking that question, Gwendolyn looked back at the Gryffindor… Erm… who was staring at her. For the first time she blushed. Just a little, though. Almost not even visible.
Heh.
Gwen just laughed when she heard his reply. He just couldn’t pay attention, could he? ‘Wake up’, she said jokingly, hitting him on the head with the sketchbook she was holding. Though, it is impossible for that to have hurt, because she had the power of a five year old. Ehh.
Zeke let out a short chuckle, as his left hand ran through his hair and ruffled it,
"Sorry." Sheepish grin. AAAAAAND she hit him. Thank you very much Ezekiel Andrei de Ferreis for being so thoughtful as to ruffle your hair. That saved you from getting hit in the head. But he's been hit in the hand.
"Ow?"
Yes. Ow with a question mark.
"What was that for? I'm awake. Look at my eyes," he said as he widened his eyes open with his face only inches from hers. Okay, not a good idea. He quickly returned to his "area" of the compartment, and looked away. Again he was blushing.
'DO. NOT. LOOK. BACK. YET.' He kept thinking to himself while letting the pink in his cheeks die out. Die out....like a flame.
"Sorry," the blushing, brown haired boy mumbled. What, was what the word of the day? Because it seems like so.