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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf "Oh no, I didn't mean that ---" Paige wanted to squish her checks in and cover her face with her fingers from embarrassment. She hadn't meant to imply that she was disappointed in a lack off offer to take her basket, but rather to convey her lament for not being able to properly greet one of her hosts during her stay.
Nowell's cheerfulness helped ease some of the stomach knotting going on. Sort of.
Soon enough, her stomach was back to doing back flips. Smile broadening a bit at the familiar face and she took a step to greet Thornton in the usual way - with a hug - but there was still the basket in her hands. The basket that was causing a bit of a dispute between the three of...oh wait basket gone now.
"Thank you," she called after Nowell as he went. "And please give me regards to Mipsey." She was still in awe that Thornton's family owned house elves and wished her family could afford one. Just an added reason as to why she enjoyed spending so much time in the kitchens at Hogwarts.
Arms available now, she stepped inside and immediately threw her arms around Thornton. "Thank you for having me," she smiled, pulling away and finally offering her hand to Adelaide. "Will he be...alright?" she asked, peering in the direction that Nowell had disappeared in. "He seemed rather upset..."
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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