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Slowfie · 11-21-2011, 09:59 PM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

Bliiiiiiiiink!

Okay, so Amy had just been sitting there as innocently as can be, waiting for a hunky guy to stop by here cubicle when SOME IMBECILE DECIDED THAT IT'S OKAY TO THROW THINGS AT PEOPLE! Namely, lunchboxes! And she was on a DIET! Was this their way of trying to make her jealous? If so, it was NOT FUNNY!

With a slight glare in her eyes, Amy's eyes travelled from the lunchbox to the person who was now talking to her. ... It was a man! A HUNKY man! Holy Hippogriffs! Her prayers had been answered!

So no more glare Amy! No. A hunky man could throw mud in her face and she wouldn't care. And look! He was scrambling to pick up his files! Oh, be a darling Amy! Help the poor man out.

"Oh, let me help you with that," she said in her sweetest voice. She got up and hurried over to the man and the files that were scattered all over the floor. Maybe this can be like one of those Muggle things called movies? Now that wouldn't be so bad! Amy, being as ladylike as possible, grabbed some of the files. Introductions time now, right? "I'm Amy, by the way, Amy Lynch," she said, flashing the man one of her lovely smiles.

Noah was going to die. He was sure of it. Right now, he'd love to just run away and never return.
He was pretty sure that hitting someone in their face with a lunch box was not an okay thing to do. Especially not when that person was some woman glaring at him right now. Noah felt the need to burst out in tears, but that would only make him seem like more of an idiot. So, instead he just kept trying to apologise without having to stop at least once.

'I- I'm so- sorry!' He squeaked, kneeling down on the floor to retrieve the last of his files.
He ignored his shaky hands as good as he could, but was unable to keep the blush on his face from turning an even deeper shade of red.

Noah was glad when he had managed to get hold of all of his files again, with the help of the ~~pretty~~ woman who he'd so kindly hit in the face. This was even worse. Merlin, help.
Noah stared down at the files in his arms, only looking up ~~very carefully~~ when the woman introduced herself as Amy Lynch.

Noah nodded stupidly, pretty sure he had lost the ability to speak. RUN, was what he really wanted to do right now. But it'd just look plain dumb. What if they ran into each other another time. Amy would no doubt think he was a lunatic. Which he probably was.
Speak, you fool! Noah told himself, not sure how long he'd been staring while trying to convince himself not to run off.
'I'm- .... I'm Noah.' He managed in a loud whisper. 'Da- Dawson.'

Right, Griffins and Acromantulas no problem, but talking to a perfectly nice person would bring on the next apocalypse.

11-21-2011, 09:59 PM	#140 (permalink)
Slowfie Pygmy Puff Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: NL Posts: 18,217 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cathal C Myles Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Morrigan Heffernan x3	slothyke Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone Bliiiiiiiiink! Okay, so Amy had just been sitting there as innocently as can be, waiting for a hunky guy to stop by here cubicle when SOME IMBECILE DECIDED THAT IT'S OKAY TO THROW THINGS AT PEOPLE! Namely, lunchboxes! And she was on a DIET! Was this their way of trying to make her jealous? If so, it was NOT FUNNY! With a slight glare in her eyes, Amy's eyes travelled from the lunchbox to the person who was now talking to her. ... It was a man! A HUNKY man! Holy Hippogriffs! Her prayers had been answered! So no more glare Amy! No. A hunky man could throw mud in her face and she wouldn't care. And look! He was scrambling to pick up his files! Oh, be a darling Amy! Help the poor man out. "Oh, let me help you with that," she said in her sweetest voice. She got up and hurried over to the man and the files that were scattered all over the floor. Maybe this can be like one of those Muggle things called movies? Now that wouldn't be so bad! Amy, being as ladylike as possible, grabbed some of the files. Introductions time now, right? "I'm Amy, by the way, Amy Lynch," she said, flashing the man one of her lovely smiles. Noah was going to die. He was sure of it. Right now, he'd love to just run away and never return. He was pretty sure that hitting someone in their face with a lunch box was not an okay thing to do. Especially not when that person was some woman glaring at him right now. Noah felt the need to burst out in tears, but that would only make him seem like more of an idiot. So, instead he just kept trying to apologise without having to stop at least once. 'I- I'm so- sorry!' He squeaked, kneeling down on the floor to retrieve the last of his files. He ignored his shaky hands as good as he could, but was unable to keep the blush on his face from turning an even deeper shade of red. Noah was glad when he had managed to get hold of all of his files again, with the help of the ~~pretty~~ woman who he'd so kindly hit in the face. This was even worse. Merlin, help. Noah stared down at the files in his arms, only looking up ~~very carefully~~ when the woman introduced herself as Amy Lynch. Noah nodded stupidly, pretty sure he had lost the ability to speak. RUN, was what he really wanted to do right now. But it'd just look plain dumb. What if they ran into each other another time. Amy would no doubt think he was a lunatic. Which he probably was. Speak, you fool! Noah told himself, not sure how long he'd been staring while trying to convince himself not to run off. 'I'm- .... I'm Noah.' He managed in a loud whisper. 'Da- Dawson.' Right, Griffins and Acromantulas no problem, but talking to a perfectly nice person would bring on the next apocalypse. __________________ I've learned that doves and ravens fly the same____________________________♦♦