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Amira With a C 
"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?"
"No, nothing's
wrong with the word," she said, frowning slightly. "I just... don't think it best describes the season," she explained. She hoped that made sense. He didn't sound offended that she had criticized his description, she just would have picked something else. 'Amazing, awesome, the BOMB' were a few examples. However, Trina didn't think that any words like 'the BOMB' would ever leave Parke's lips. She was just about the share her descriptions when suddenly his hands were on her face. She looked at him, eyes wide with surprise as he looked at her, and she couldn't help it as her cheeks warmed ever so slightly as he got SO close.
Then, he was away and replying. She fought her gape as he continued to list the fall experiences that he had not been a part of. Laughing, she shook her head. "You're
supposed to get dirty from jumping in leaves! If half of them aren't on you by the time you're done, you haven't done it right!" she told him with a laugh. She shook her head as he continued. "Well, my friend-" could she call him that? "I intend to expose you to a few of these events- if you'll let me," she told him with a smile that was both kind and slightly mischievous. "And, it's Trick OR Treating," she told him slowly. "Its when you dress up and ask for candy from all the neighbors."
"Good!" she said with a satisfied smile. "If you'd like, I can teach you the charm- it's not too hard," she reassured him, remembering his difficulty with Charms. However, as he complimented her she found herself smiling a bit more. She liked his praise... although it was strange to hear a Miss before her name. "You can just call me Trina," she assured him. "Just not Katrina!" she added with a laugh.
Trina looked up at his question and shrugged. "Well..." How to begin? "My parents split when I was young. My mother wanted me to stay with her, but my Dad insisted. I basically lived a muggle life until the few months before I got the acceptance letter," she explained softly. He Father hadn't been happy. "After that, I don't know... it was interesting," she said with a wry smile. "I'm guessing both of your parents are magic?" she asked quickly.