 A Poop * k8 *
Only a little, sugary, David. Not as sweet as some people liked it.
She shook her head as she was taking her seat again. "No no...I like you all smiley. You seem happy." THAT was what she meant. While she did enjoy making him blush and stutter away, she also liked his easy happiness. "I know you're rather serious, so seeing you like this is nice. But I do enjoy your seriousness as well, sir," she said with a playful wink. Super Serious Sir David Truebridge.
"Coffee's good. Warm and welcome. It's getting cold out there." She shivered. "I hate it. You know I'm a warmer weather girl," she said as she wrapped her hands around the cup as if they were out there right now in the middle of a deadly blizzard. "It's got to be my filo blood." Cue sly grin on her part. She checked her watch. "Should we head back to our respective levels, then? Our lunch, as usual, was enjoyable," she made sure to touch her plant again. Even if the tea date with his mother had sparked panic, she felt a little more at ease now.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |