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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Rowan! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Ringo Rowan was embarrassed. So much so, his face was beet red as he awkwardly shuffled out of the ice cream parlor. His two year old sister had just smushed ice cream all over his face, and everyone had definitely seen it. Everyone had also definitely seen his mother wipe it all off with a handful of napkins. Thankfully, his father, being the understanding man that he was, let him go off on his own while they finished shopping without him. Thank Merlin, cos he definitely couldn't stand five more minutes in that parlor with all the stares and his laughing sister.
While he walked, he noticed a familiar face... one he had encountered at the ball at Beauxbatons... the one who had stared at him when he spilled all that powdered sugar all over his dress robes. Ah. Lovely. Was he always that embarrassing? He frowned at the idea as he slowly approached her. Quickly forcing a smile, he gave her a small "Hey, Claudine" as not to startle her (Claudine was her name right? He was so bad with names...) She seemed rather caught up in her drawing. "Can I see what you're drawing?" he added curiously. He wasn't gonna be all nosy and just look, he had to ask permission first of course.
If there had been familiar faces around, Claudine had surely not noticed. Drawing was her passion and when she was working on a sketch, she focused on nothing but it. Of course she had to pay one hundred percent to her work, the effort always reflected. And it really was reflecting now for the girl actually eating the ice cream looked a lot like the one in her book. When she heard her name, a small frown creased her face. Who was that disturbing her? “Hello,” she mumbled, not looking up as she was fully concentrating on getting the girl’s hairstyle perfect. She also could not immediately place that voice.
Claudine nodded, distractedly. This hairstyle was tricky. A bit of this was erased, a bit of that was adjusted. She brightened as she paused to admire what she had done so far. What she saw pleased her. It was only then the twelve year old looked up at her companion. Rowan. “Did you know that your face is unusually red?’’ |
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