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First Year |  Brain Twin | MASTAH ASHURRII | Reisdent PokeNerd | Digifangirl
This was what boys were supposed to be like, Issy mused. Not only was Plymouth not running away at the idea of talking, but he had asked for it. That was sweet. She liked this. Why had she and Plymouth not talked much more before? Ohhh, right. Fighting through all his fangirls was a task for those of much more strength. Reaching her tiny arm up, which required much stretching on her part, Issy patted the top of Plymouth's head.
"I like you," she declared, giving him a thumbs up. "Today's just... not been a fabulous day." Because Plymouth and she were not as close as she and Willow, Issy momentarily debated about what to tell him. In the end, though, she decided to just sum everything up. Too many details would make her cry and too few details would be too vague and Plymouth was too nice not to talk to. If he actually wanted to, why not? Clearly Willow did not care much.
"Well... see. There's this boy I've liked... for a really, really long time, but Willow thinks he just slipped me a love potion, even though it clearly is not that. And after lots of drama and some fights, we finally sorta got together? A few days ago, we ran into each other in Diagon Alley and..." Instantly, she felt her cheeks flushing and she glanced away, catching her lower lip between her teeth.
Thinking about that was painful and made her feel ill. But mostly, it made her feel very sad.
"He kissed me and finally told me he loves me," she whispered, leaning towards Plymouth. Willow could probably hear, but Issy imagined her bet friend shivering and maybe yelling at Samson. Hm. Plymouth, though. He was not biased against Samson, so he would not be mean. "I thought things were finally right with us. On the train, though, everything went down hill."
Urgh. So very downhill.
"We got into a fight, I guess. He didn't like those anti-werewolf posters going around and I told him I agreed with the boy and he started yelling and then I lost control and yelled back and he sent me off. Just shooed me away and told me I should go find the boy. But the thing is, he always does this when we fight." A heavy sigh fell from Issy's lips. "If we're arguing or fighting, he'll always say something about 'why don't you go find so-and-so boy' or something about how this boy could obviously cheer me up better or something."
Tiny shoulders shrugged upwards. "The ordeal sounds very petty and I suppose it is. What I'm most angry about, though, isn't the disagreement, but the fact that he always sends me away. And I'm always the assertive one who goes after him and says everything and does everything and I'm afraid that Willow's been right. Not about a love potion but maybe that the love isn't real or right." Her lower lip trembled and she took in a few more deep breaths to prevent the tears and crying.
"I want him to be worth it but I can't keep running after him, right? And... that's why I keep crying. Plus, Willow hates the boy with a passion cos he's friends with this boy who was always flirting with her and she thinks they're devil seeds or something." This at least made Issy chuckle. "She's very bad at cheering people up." Peeking over her shoulder, Issy smiled at her friend.
Now Issy glanced over where Daphne was and then back to Plymouth and tipped her head. Hmmm.
"Yes," she echoed Willow. "Was Daphne alright then?"
Pursing her lips, Issy noted that Willow had very obviously ignored Plymouth's inquiry about her hug requests. Leaning back in towards Plymouth, Issy's lips upturned in an amused half-grin.
"I think Willow asked for the hug... cos she needed it. And... maybe, secretly, she's always wanted a hug and we were the best people to give it?"
'Cos they were. Issy liked to think that she was one of the best people to give Willow a hug and with Plymouth being so snuggly... yes. They were perfectly. Conveniently, she left out why Willow needed a hug; the arrival of Dominic Denton was probably not of knowledge that Willow wished to be shared with anyone else. |