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meganelizabeth 
Christopher noticed that Helena kept blushing. She was blushing a lot actually. Hopefully not as bad as he was, but hey. He did a very good job at concealing the fact that he wanted to chuckle at how quickly she would turn back to her normal colour, just to turn red again. "Why don't you sing or dance? Don't girls like that sort of thing?" Most of the girls he knew did, anyway. Christopher was always a big music fan, he could never understand why some people didn't like it.
A grin slid onto Christopher's face. "Yeah, hopefully I won't be too unlucky!" He joked. Though he was a pretty unlucky person, not that he believed in that sort of superstitious black-cats-are-evil sort of things that a lot of Muggles did. He always found it so amusing when some of the meaner Muggle girls from his home town would freak out if he walked under a ladder or did something like that. He was a freak to them, along with almost everyone else at home, but if only they could know about wizards, maybe it'd be different........ or not.
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I... sing," Helena said, suddenly looking down at her shoes, so she wouldn't turn red again. "
But... just for myself, for now at least." Even if she refused to admit it, she had a pretty voice and everything. But she simply wasn't ready to share it. Yet. "
And dancing... no," she giggled, now looking up at Christopher. "
You wouldn't want to see me dancing." She was a total disaster. A lost case. Hopeless.
As for the bad luck... "
You'll be lucky," she said, kind of smiling-grinning. "
It's just a number, after all," she shrugged.