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sweetpinkpixie · 12-22-2018, 09:04 AM

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Originally Posted by sarahlooo

Natalie's blue eyes wandered the street as people walked by. She enjoyed people watching. People were interesting. ~~But none of them were as cute as Derf.~~ As her eyes wandered, she felt a drip of ice cream land on her hand and quickly lapped it up ~~like a cat~~ just as a familiar figure approached the bench. A grin spread on her face when he arrived.

Natalie held out the cone that, thankfully, hadn't dripped too bad yet. "Yeah. I got your favorite. I think." If her memory served her correctly. She was HOPING that it was his favorite, or that he would at least like it. And since she had both hands to use now, Natalie held her cone and licked another drip that was threatening to fall down to her hand.

Noticing a little leafy green sticking out of Derf's pocket, Natalie leaned in to peer a little closer. "Hi Picketta," Natalie greeted softly. She was fairly certain it would be Picketta, unless Derf was still carrying around the whole colony of Bowtruckles from Hogwarts. "I would have gotten you some ice cream, but they don't make Bowtruckle sized ice cream cones." Swiping her pointer finger through her ice cream, Natalie held a little dollop of it out towards Derf's pocket as a friendly gesture to his companion. "Want to taste? It's strawberry." Her favorite. Did bowtruckles even eat ice cream? Or just wood lice?

Smiling, Derf settled down on to the bench beside her and reached to take the other cone from her. "Turtle tracks," he nodded. Though he wasn't so sure that he had a favorite ice cream flavor anymore. Or maybe it was just something he didn't think too much about these days. "Thanks." Offering her a bit of a lingering grin in appreciate, he looked at the ice cream cone and struggled to recall the last time that he had properly sat down and had one. It was almost embarrassing how long it took for him to remember Jessa and their annual ice cream dates in the summer. Those truly seemed like a lifetime ago since they hadn't been able to have one last summer and, well, he wasn't too sure about what was going to happen this summer with her graduating and moving on and everything.

He himself being pretty busy with other things too.

"Thanks," he repeated again, somewhat distractedly but still appreciatively, before using his tongue to swirl all the way around the base of it to catch any drippings that threatened to fall on to his hand. And an almost peaceful kind of smile graced his sun-kissed features.

Hearing her words, his gaze naturally dropped to his pocket and the bowtruckle who had now peeked her head out to greet the Slytherin properly. "Nah, that's okay," he mused, not even thinking about things as he leaned forward to lick that little bit of strawberry ice cream off Natalie's finger. "Picketta doesn't like cold things anyway." Though he was sure she appreciated the gesture. Or, well, he was going to pretend that she did.

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