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Luna Laufghudd · 01-24-2010, 02:32 AM

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Originally Posted by noodles

What were the chances, eh? Of all the people who could have bumped into him... But he wasn't sorry to see her. More sort of melancholy. Because of, not the argument, but what he had said to her before he walked her back to the school.

He looked down at her, a frown of pain on his face and the awkward silence wasn't helping the situation at all. Miranda's question broke the silence and he attempted to smooth out his expression, but failed. He was going to give himself a headache with all this... frowning. “I'm... you know.” He said softly. “I can't complain.” A dismissive shrug of the shoulder. “And yourself? You got warmed up in your common room?” Inane small talk. It seemed wrong given what had happened at the lake between them.

But he didn't want to walk away. Miranda – well, she was special. Not like anyone he had met before because she didn't stand for the crap he dished out... and she had that sweet Hufflepuff nature. He looked at the voucher in his hand. “Ur.. butterbeer. What about you?” A hand reached up and he scratched the back of his head in an awkward fashion. A rare nervous gesture from this over-confident boy. “Do you... I mean.. do you fancy joining me? I could use the company.” He gave her a weak yet genuine smile and prepared himself for her negative reply.

Her thumb nail had nearly found her mouth when the weird silence was broken by his answer. Ugh, this felt so wrong. She wanted to walk away and stuff her mouth with chocolate, but she also wanted to talk to the boy...because, even though he was the most annoying person she'd met, he was really nice underneath it all.

"Good to hear..." She nodded and her eyes fell on the paper again, she was starting to scrunch it up with worry. "I'm good..." A faint crooked smile followed her response. "Yeah...thanks." Did he really care, or was it just a question that didn't have much meaning behind it? "I've, uh, been meaning to return your robe... there just hasn't..." There had been lots of time. But courage? Not so much.

Oh, he had butterbeer too. Stupidly, she thought they could've swapped if he had gotten cake. But... Nah. Miranda was ready to tell him he could have it, she wasn't a Butterbeer fanatic and she obviously knew how akward it would be if someone made an excuse not to go in together. But his question caught her off guard and she looked at him.
Would it be a good idea to join him? Miranda really wanted to, but thinking back on all the things that had happened every time they had met... It wasn't something she wanted to relive again. The added stress from school and Quidditch were not making her feel better.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times before answering. Ugh, she was sad. "I'm not..." ...sure? She trailed off, thinking and rethinking. Maybe he just asked her to be polite. You know, people did that even though they truly meant the opposite. "I'm not much of a butterbeer person... I was actually hunting down some chocolate." The corner of her lips twitched. "But here..." she reached out her voucher to Oliver. "Maybe you'll find someone nice to invite..." Her eyes locked onto his. She was regretting what she just said...

But maybe, it was for the best?

01-24-2010, 02:32 AM	#137 (permalink)
Luna Laufghudd Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2008 Posts: 6,692 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maya 'Fiera' Saylen Graduated x5	♪ Golden Badger ♥ clawdia & taylour ♥ Huffie Cappytain ♫ Quote: Originally Posted by noodles What were the chances, eh? Of all the people who could have bumped into him... But he wasn't sorry to see her. More sort of melancholy. Because of, not the argument, but what he had said to her before he walked her back to the school. He looked down at her, a frown of pain on his face and the awkward silence wasn't helping the situation at all. Miranda's question broke the silence and he attempted to smooth out his expression, but failed. He was going to give himself a headache with all this... frowning. “I'm... you know.” He said softly. “I can't complain.” A dismissive shrug of the shoulder. “And yourself? You got warmed up in your common room?” Inane small talk. It seemed wrong given what had happened at the lake between them. But he didn't want to walk away. Miranda – well, she was special. Not like anyone he had met before because she didn't stand for the crap he dished out... and she had that sweet Hufflepuff nature. He looked at the voucher in his hand. “Ur.. butterbeer. What about you?” A hand reached up and he scratched the back of his head in an awkward fashion. A rare nervous gesture from this over-confident boy. “Do you... I mean.. do you fancy joining me? I could use the company.” He gave her a weak yet genuine smile and prepared himself for her negative reply. Her thumb nail had nearly found her mouth when the weird silence was broken by his answer. Ugh, this felt so wrong. She wanted to walk away and stuff her mouth with chocolate, but she also wanted to talk to the boy...because, even though he was the most annoying person she'd met, he was really nice underneath it all. "Good to hear..." She nodded and her eyes fell on the paper again, she was starting to scrunch it up with worry. "I'm good..." A faint crooked smile followed her response. "Yeah...thanks." Did he really care, or was it just a question that didn't have much meaning behind it? "I've, uh, been meaning to return your robe... there just hasn't..." There had been lots of time. But courage? Not so much. Oh, he had butterbeer too. Stupidly, she thought they could've swapped if he had gotten cake. But... Nah. Miranda was ready to tell him he could have it, she wasn't a Butterbeer fanatic and she obviously knew how akward it would be if someone made an excuse not to go in together. But his question caught her off guard and she looked at him. Would it be a good idea to join him? Miranda really wanted to, but thinking back on all the things that had happened every time they had met... It wasn't something she wanted to relive again. The added stress from school and Quidditch were not making her feel better. She opened and closed her mouth a few times before answering. Ugh, she was sad. "I'm not..." ...sure? She trailed off, thinking and rethinking. Maybe he just asked her to be polite. You know, people did that even though they truly meant the opposite. "I'm not much of a butterbeer person... I was actually hunting down some chocolate." The corner of her lips twitched. "But here..." she reached out her voucher to Oliver. "Maybe you'll find someone nice to invite..." Her eyes locked onto his. She was regretting what she just said... But maybe, it was for the best?