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Trina looked over at Parke. "Lovely?" she asked him, fighting a smile. She lost the battle. "Please tell me that you have jumped in a pile of leaves," she begged slightly. "Sat by a bonfire? Roasted marshmellows? Gone trick-or-treating?" Trina watched the boy closely. She wanted to be able to read both his body language along with his answer.
She smiled and raised her wand, glancing over at Parke to see him watching her. Focusing on the shoe again, she quickly performed both spells. "Better?" she asked him with a warm smile. She wasn't gloating- she truly wanted to know how his shoe was.
However, as she looked up at him again, she saw his lips twitch and a small sound escape his lips. A laugh, she realized. Her face lit up and she smiled up at him. She couldn't believe that she had caused him to laugh.
As he talked about his old school once more, she felt slightly inferior. So much studying, and more studying. Her friends had hung around, talked and just had some good fun at her old school. Trina looked up once more as he spoke about his opponent. "Huh, that's interesting," she replied softly. "I thought the Hufflepuffs were the least likely to do something like that." Well, you never know.
"Potions?" she asked him, shaking her head slightly. "My worst subject. I don't know why, but I can never seem to get the procedure right," she said with a sigh. She looked up as Parke mentioned Charms. That was another one of her favorites. "My Dad's a muggle," she told him with a small smile. "So, I was immersed in it," she said with a wry smile.
"Yes, lovely. Is there something wrong with that particular word", he asked curiously. Personally, he thought it was a wonderful word. And then she was going on about leaves and marshmallows, and...treketeating? He tilted his head to the side, eyes widened. Had she gone mad?! Maybe the fall had given her brain damage! Quickly, he put his hand on her face to hold it still and leaned in towards her. He inspected each pupil. Equally sized and reactive. She seemed okay physically, at least.
"Goodness no. Of course I've never jumped in leaves. I'd get ridiculously dirty. I'm not exactly sure what a bonfire is, and I've never even heard of this treketeating." He'd decided to answer her. Maybe she'd then reveal what such madness was all about.
"Sorry to disappoint you." He'd said it lightly, but now he thought about it. What if she was disappointed. What if she decided she'd rather not speak to him anymore? For some unknown reason, the thought unsettled him.
"My feet are better", he said sincerely, wriggling his toes inside his shoes, just to double check.
"Very impressive, Miss Trina." And her dad was a muggle. Interesting. He hadn't been allowed to have friends with muggle parents. Her mother had always been worried they'd do something unpleasant to him. Silly woman.
"What was it like? Growing up with both magic and muggle experiences?"