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DaniDiNardo 
It was a fact, the trolley woman was never where you wanted her to be. If he didn't know any better, he'd think there was a whole different section to the train he didn't know about, where she conveniently disappeared to just when he needed her.
At this rate, Julie was just gonna have to go without candy. It wasn't like he owed her any and it certainly wasn't like she wasn't hyper enough on her own. In the end, it might been for the best--even if he had to walk ALL the way up the train's corridor from the back to find ou--Heellllooooooooo there skirt and the legs that sprouted from the skirt and the person attached to said legs.
Blaise stopped dead in his tracks, having only belatedly realized what he'd just seen. Naturally, he had to double back, pry the compartment door open and prop himself against the door's frame.
"And I thought I hated the Hogwart Express." He quipped, not oblivious to the foul mood she was set in. Didn't distract from the skirt though. Nope. Didn't even try to pretend he wasn't staring.
She felt her heart jump immediately when her sudden silence was broken by the sound of the compartment door suddenly flying open. Her eyes darting towards the noise to see who the buffoon was & uh it was a buffoon. Clara rolled her eyes trying not to smile,
"And here I thought I was concealing it so well." She shook her head at none other than Blaise Bellaire, trying not to get immediate flashbacks of the summer otherwise she'd start blushing again.
Clara studied his frame as he propped against the door frame.
"Why are you standing like that?" Then the next thing she picked up on was where his eyes were currently fixating on. Clara looked down to see her skirt & then looked back at him.
"What have you never seen a skirt before or something?"