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Magical Soul · 03-12-2012, 08:50 PM

Text Cut: Emrys

Louisa smiled widely as he set two extra lights, "That's smart. And they look beautiful," she stretched her hand to touch the jar carefully not to drop it. It was a smooth move from him, Louisa thought and smiled inwardly. Telling him that would send his ears on fire she was sure. And she liked his face unflushed.

"I love pumpkin juice!" She took the bottle from him, "Even in winter you see me drinking this. Our house-elves make sure they get the top quality, you know. The pumpkin juice at the three broomsticks is just too sour. I still like it, but it's not for every time." Louisa set the bottle beside her as she peered into the basket, listening to him talk.

Does she really study that much? Of course! "Yeah. I like to push myself to the limits. I don't want my name to drop off the top five students." You know, that board in their common room. A proud tone was not bad, right? Looking away from the basket and at Emrys, she added with a small smile, "I guess coming from my background motivates me too. My stepdad doesn't approve of my magic. He says it's untamed and prevents me from living with them until I graduate." So she had to study so hard to prove him wrong. Naturally.

"I don't know but I think you're doing fine." She chuckled blushing a bit, "I'm not very good with balance I guess. Hence the nail biting and face breaking out." The red blotches were invisible now, though. Makeup does miracles.

03-12-2012, 08:50 PM	#1026 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,520 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Text Cut: Emrys Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Emrys sat on the blanket, letting his feet hang over the edge and leaned back on his elbow. Turning to look at her, he laughed at her question. "There was an owl waiting for me when I got back asking how it went." His mother was nothing if not persistent. His cheeks flushed a little bit, realizing it must sound as if he let his mother baby him. Sitting up, he aimed to change the subject - and avoid actually answering her question - he reached for the basket. First pulling out two empty mason jars, he slipped his wand from his pocket. "Inferell," he muttered, flicking his wand toward the opening of each jar, filling them with flickering blue flame. Setting them on the grass just behind them, he smiled. "A bit of extra light, just in case we need it later." Putting his wand away, he dug further into the basket, first pulling out two bottles of butterbeer and two bottles of pumpkin juice. "There really is a little bit of everything in here, so just pull out whatever seems interesting." He nodded toward the basket as he held out a butterbeer and a pumpkin juice for her to choose from. "Are you really studying that much every day," he asked, truly curious. "I'm beginning to wonder if I'm not studying enough." Louisa smiled widely as he set two extra lights, "That's smart. And they look beautiful," she stretched her hand to touch the jar carefully not to drop it. It was a smooth move from him, Louisa thought and smiled inwardly. Telling him that would send his ears on fire she was sure. And she liked his face unflushed. "I love pumpkin juice!" She took the bottle from him, "Even in winter you see me drinking this. Our house-elves make sure they get the top quality, you know. The pumpkin juice at the three broomsticks is just too sour. I still like it, but it's not for every time." Louisa set the bottle beside her as she peered into the basket, listening to him talk. Does she really study that much? Of course! "Yeah. I like to push myself to the limits. I don't want my name to drop off the top five students." You know, that board in their common room. A proud tone was not bad, right? Looking away from the basket and at Emrys, she added with a small smile, "I guess coming from my background motivates me too. My stepdad doesn't approve of my magic. He says it's untamed and prevents me from living with them until I graduate." So she had to study so hard to prove him wrong. Naturally. "I don't know but I think you're doing fine." She chuckled blushing a bit, "I'm not very good with balance I guess. Hence the nail biting and face breaking out." The red blotches were invisible now, though. Makeup does miracles.