 Mrs. Alex Turner *asterisks user* Secret Door
Unfortunately, for all of his social skills, Dez never quite developed the ability to be tactful. Or to notice when someone is uncomfortable. Or to understand that, actually, some people just want to be left alone. The more the merrier, right?
"It's a great idea!" What was she talking about? "I have Darts next...--" That was short for Defense Against the Dark Arts, obviously. "-- and I was going to get war paint on my face in case we have a duel!" He even moved his fingers across his cheeks to show the girl what he meant, just as a sign that it was indeed a great idea. Nevermind that the odds of the second years actually having a duel in their DADA class as minimal at best. "I was thinking red and blue...
He also had a tendency to ramble, in case it wasn't clear. Thankfully, that just meant he talked so much he barely listened to other people; in this case, her slight stammer went completely unnoticed.
"Sit?" The second year looked up at the girl and blinked a little, both at her words and at her weird smile. "No, that sounds boring. I can help you though! Or maybe I should paint something for my Mum too! Are paintings a thing Mothers like?" And, without waiting for an answer, off the boy went, to get all the supplies they might need. Personally, he was really into the glitter idea.
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