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Old 01-12-2015, 11:24 PM   #19 (permalink)
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It wasn't like Orlando hadn't thought of this. Of her. A small part of him had wondered if the skeptical part of her would just blow this reunion off, but she was here and she had bumped into him. Before taking in her appearance, Orlando saw that flare-y fire and glare - exactly like he remembered her. The Hogwarts her.

And then he noticed the deep red blush. That was unlike her. Orlando couldn't help but grin. Past and all yes, but he was just in that mood. Maybe it was Hogwarts, and maybe he just didn't want to remember anything bad. But yes, he was grinning.

And then he noticed her dress.

He was taken aback, because he didn't remember ever seeing her in a dress.
Holding out his hand for her to take, Orlando said: "Care to dance?"For old times sake.


Yes. Okay. There might have been a TINY, MINUSCULE part of her that considered the possibility that Orlando would be here. It made sense, he had loved Hogwarts just the rest of them. And yes, fine, she had also tried to imagine what meeting him would be like.

THAT, however, had almost made her not come.

Looking at him now, all done up with his fancy clothes, Ryden found that she didn't feel quite as terrible as she'd anticipated. Perhaps it was the music, or that weird multicoloured drink they'd served at the drinks area, but whatever it was it made her stay put and not yell at him. Which was good, given the situation.

And then..

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"Dance?!" she repeated completely perplexed, staring at his outstretched hand as if it were an offending hippogriff. Eyes shifting back to his face, she was caught off guard by his wholly unexpected grin. He was grinning. At her. Like he hadn't done since she was sixteen. Since she'd actually gone to this school.

Well, why not. What did she have to lose anyway? Her dignity was long gone, still stuck somewhere in Diagon Alley where she'd left it around a year ago. "Okay," she decided, and placed her hand in his own. His gigantic hands, yet again.

What WAS it with them and hands, seriously.
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