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AmbiguouslyMe · 03-10-2012, 08:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Louisa went quiet for a moment to listen to him. This. Boy. Was. Awesome. Well, his mind and way of thinking were. "That's exactly... my opinion." If she could, she'd kiss him right here and there. But it was inappropriate. "We have so much in common!" Beaming and clapping her hands once would do. "To be one hundred percent honest with you, my flying skills aren't that good either. Good thing I don't really like sports in general."

Again with the half-heartedness. Well. She wasn't a quitter, "ONE TWO THREE FOUR. NO ONE BEATS A GRYFFINDOR!" Only a Ravenclaw, that was an inside cheer.

... why was she here. Oh. Right. Louisa, for the first time today, was slightly awkward. Smiling and looking down at her feet. "I..uh.. had a.. tough time in the past two months. You know, killing myself over preparation for OWLs and.. had a fight with.." boyfriend. "...a friend." Leaving out the fact that she played a game on him which backfired hard. "So!" Raising her head to look at Emrys, "I decided to come back from... seclusion. Quidditch match seemed the place to be." Nod nod.

... was the game over yet? "Why did you come?"

Emrys smiled a big, awkward goofy smile. "Well, I'm glad I sat here, then," he said, feeling a bit more cheery. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm actually a pretty fair flyer, but I don't see the appeal in trying to avoid bludger-induced comas." He bopped a bit, raising himself up on his toes and then letting his heels hit the ground a few times as he watched the race for the snitch.

He pulled his hands out to clap, this time rather enthusiastically, as she cheered and Gryffindor took the match. He turned to look at her, biting his thumb's cuticle as he listened. "Sounds rough. I'm sorry." He looked away nervously.

And as for him. He shrugged. "Promised my mum." He shuffled his feet, ignoring the rest of the people around him. "'Get out of that tower,' she said. 'Go to the match,' she said. 'Maybe you'll make a friend. Or meet a pretty girl.'" He paused, his cheeks getting a little red, as he glanced back up.

"She was right," he said hurriedly, before fixing his eyes back on his shoes.

03-10-2012, 08:37 PM	#300 (permalink)
AmbiguouslyMe SA & DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,674 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	oh man. do it. he'll freak. Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul Louisa went quiet for a moment to listen to him. This. Boy. Was. Awesome. Well, his mind and way of thinking were. "That's exactly... my opinion." If she could, she'd kiss him right here and there. But it was inappropriate. "We have so much in common!" Beaming and clapping her hands once would do. "To be one hundred percent honest with you, my flying skills aren't that good either. Good thing I don't really like sports in general." Again with the half-heartedness. Well. She wasn't a quitter, "ONE TWO THREE FOUR. NO ONE BEATS A GRYFFINDOR!" Only a Ravenclaw, that was an inside cheer. ... why was she here. Oh. Right. Louisa, for the first time today, was slightly awkward. Smiling and looking down at her feet. "I..uh.. had a.. tough time in the past two months. You know, killing myself over preparation for OWLs and.. had a fight with.." boyfriend. "...a friend." Leaving out the fact that she played a game on him which backfired hard. "So!" Raising her head to look at Emrys, "I decided to come back from... seclusion. Quidditch match seemed the place to be." Nod nod. ... was the game over yet? "*Why did you* come?**" Emrys smiled a big, awkward goofy smile. "Well, I'm glad I sat here, then," he said, feeling a bit more cheery. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm actually a pretty fair flyer, but I don't see the appeal in trying to avoid bludger-induced comas." He bopped a bit, raising himself up on his toes and then letting his heels hit the ground a few times as he watched the race for the snitch. He pulled his hands out to clap, this time rather enthusiastically, as she cheered and Gryffindor took the match. He turned to look at her, biting his thumb's cuticle as he listened. "Sounds rough. I'm sorry." He looked away nervously. And as for him. He shrugged. "Promised my mum." He shuffled his feet, ignoring the rest of the people around him. "'Get out of that tower,' she said. 'Go to the match,' she said. 'Maybe you'll make a friend. Or meet a pretty girl.'" He paused, his cheeks getting a little red, as he glanced back up. "She was right," he said hurriedly, before fixing his eyes back on his shoes.