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"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.
Supposed to get dirty?!
"Why on earth would you want to get dirty", he blurted out. People around here really had some strange ideas about what exactly constituted a good time. A bemused expression set itself up on his face as she addressed him in what was clearly a highly inappro - wait? She considered him her friend? Already? Wow. He must really be something. And cue smugness.
"I don't know", he said warily.
"Are any of these things going to cause me grievous physical or mental anguish?" It sure sounded like they might.
Hadn't he called her Trina? He rubbed his chin, thinking. He was quite sure that's what he'd just said.
"Of course, Miss Trina. I remember. No using 'Katrina'." Of course he remembered. She'd only just told him that 10 minutes ago.
"Perhaps. I warn you though. I'm quite atrocious at charms of any sort.", he said in response to her offer. It would be nice to be able to sanitize his surrounding whenever he desired and scourgify only did so much.
Wow, a muggle life. He couldn't imagine it. No magic, no house elves. It sounded horrible.
"Yes, both magic. And they love their magic. I don't think mother has ever done anything the muggle way. Father either, for that matter. In some ways it's nice. Everything gets done a lot faster. But the house elves frightened me something vicious when I was smaller." He leaned his head against the wall, surprised at how relaxed he felt. This was... nice.