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Mad Eye Touz 
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Oh dear Merlin.
The experiment had gone ASTRAY! Backfire! Haywire, bananas!
Aspen's smile had NOT caused Cornelius to lose all his good sense and shout in the Great Hall - shout about her in the Great Hall. SURELY not!! She hoped she wouldn't get in trouble for that, and even more, she hoped HE wouldn't get in trouble on her behalf.
But perhaps she'd never know. Quite simply, Aspen Odessa bailed. She didn't wait around to see if Professors would descend from the Staff table or if everyone in the Great Hall would turn and STARE at her. Nope. Aspen slid right between the the table and bench and down to the floor. Her plan was to crawl under the length of the table on hands and knees then make a dash for the door.
Then take a sabbatical from eating in the Great Hall until maybe 7th year.
But when Cornelius looked up, no one was there. His smile faltered and then fell entirely, his face went a bit pale, confusion falling into his features. He hadn't expected her to just leave... But how did she get up to leave so quickly? He couldn't figure that out. Suddenly she was just gone, off the bench. But then he heard some kind of movement underneath the table and looked under only to see Aspen on hands and knees, prepared to crawl the length of it.
It seemed as though his plan had backfired. It wasn't embarrassing for him, so much as it was embarrassing for Aspen. Or at least, he was better able to accept the undivided attention, since he as a person tended to be a bit of a wild child when it suited him. Realization settled into his features, and his brows immediately furrowed, staring at the goblet in front of himself. Luckily, it seemed as though the other students of the Great Hall had gone back to their own business, for the most part. Upon realizing this, Cornelius ducked his head under the table, not quite able to understand why Aspen was so embarrassed by him, but understanding that she was embarrassed over something he had immaturely done. Of course his plan had backfired, and just as he was starting to feel like she actually liked him.
"I'm sorry..." he muttered to her, wondering if she was actually going to start crawling down the length of the table.
"Are you ever going to talk to me again?" Cornelius asked with a weak smile; and though he was joking, he worried that this question was all too appropriate.