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Lockhartian · 05-08-2012, 09:25 PM

Text Cut: *pets your poor boy*

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Originally Posted by hpluvr037

Well, that surprised him. "I shouldn't?" Cue confusion. Because he was pretty sure he was making a fool of himself. Unless she likes seeing me make a fool of myself. Somehow he doubted that. She didn't seem that mean. "Then you're welcome." He gave her an uncertain smile.

Well yes, options could be nice. But only in some cases. "Not if you have thirty people all show up for Chaser tryouts. Then you're overwhelmed by how to decide. So.. sometimes?" However, his fear was actually not having enough people show up. Then he was pretty much stuck with whoever came.

"Well good, it's a date!" Er.. "I mean, you know. Just.. let me know. You know where to find me." He was tempted to bury his face in his hands, but he bravely kept his gaze on hers. Apparently he just couldn't talk around her without being idiotic. She may as well get used to it.

Her frown made him unhappy.

But for some reason, she said he wasn't awkward. Seriously? Sweet! But she wasn't done. Speaking too much.. but she didn't mind. Alright. Her next statement made him literally open his mouth into a small 'o' shape. She was right, he had just said those things of his own accord. He tilted his head and scratched his scalp, wondering how that happened. Then he laughed, a full-bellied laugh that helped to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. Her affirmation of her own awesomeness amused him and somehow helped him feel a little less dumb.

That had been a nice little speech to help him feel more relaxed. But then.. he felt the soft touch of her hand, and the next thing he knew, his palms were sweating enough to drop a Quaffle. Why was she doing that? Did she want him to run away in panic? His eyes darted down to register the reality of this moment, and so he almost missed her next words. Gulp. Eyes back on her, he sat and listened to her, leaning closer to hear her better over the loud thumping of his own heartbeat. The fact that she seemed to have lots of male friends bothered him, but as he couldn't have told her why, he let that go. Her mention of her current relationship status caused him to sit up a bit straighter, but he also couldn't have explained that particular reaction. Orange.. why is she telling me this? Not that he minded, but that certainly hadn't been in the rambling he had done a moment before.

As quickly as it had come, the light pressure on his hand vanished. He barely had time to recognize the slight disappointment this brought when he felt her hand brushing his hair. In that moment, he had never before been more thankful that he didn't let his mother cut his hair over the summer. His eyebrows darted into his fringe, his gaze desperately attempting to see the act. Mental note: I should come outside more often when it's sunny. Yes, Marius. Apparently your hair does a similar thing to hers.

As she finished her speech, he swallowed through the lump in his throat several times. When he finally found his voice, he couldn't think of a single intelligent thing to say. So he settled for, "Well then. I, uh.. I guess we're even now!" He gave a nervous laugh. Then some ~~Gryffindorness~~ reckless abandon came over him and he suddenly had the urge to ask.. "Have you ever been to Hogsmeade? Because there's some awesome stuff there, you know." He didn't elaborate as to what that awesome stuff was. "And the first weekend is next month. You should go with--" The bravery suddenly left him and his eyes widened. Realizing he had to finish his sentence, he cast about for a person. Any person. "--someone." Fail.

No, he shouldn't. "You shouldn't stop talking, that's what I meant," else it would get incredibly quiet, and even if the ducks were nice enough...she couldn't bear listening to them for too long. Not while he was still here. And he was, so he better kept on saying whatever popped into his mind. Keefer didn't need any help in that department, he spoke his mind, alright? An approving smile graced her face to balance the uncertainty in his.

Those were easy decisions to make, though, you chose which ones did best, or the first 3 or 4 that were marvelous and they got in. That's how it worked. And he knew this, unless the whole process of elimination is what truly wears him out. Being Captain wasn't the easiest job, but the decisions were practical, logical ones. However, if everyone trying out was just as good as the other...then..., "Sometimes," she agreed, with another smile.

A date to the kitchens? It sounded like it was, but he was taking his words back almost every time he said something, it was difficult to keep track...if she actually didn't notice that what he'd originally meant to say was what counted. Her smile was a mixture of her previous sweet one with the slightest sign of a smirk. "I know where to find you," she finally said, one single nod was given with the answer. And she found herself wanting him not to take back his words.

Kate was definitely not oblivious to his reactions since he had her undivided attention. There were so many things he hadn't realized until she spoke, and that was all amusing. He genuinely didn't know. And she liked that. Not the fact that she took notice of more things, but of how brutally honest and slightly innocent he was. Kind of like West. So when he laughed, she felt relieved, that could only mean he was entering some relaxed state he desperately needed. They desperately needed it. She seemed to have it, now she was just passing it along, so relax, Keefer. Also, she pretended to be offended by this, but kept her smile, "Hey, I was serious," she said, poking him ever-so-lightly on the arm. She IS amazing.

He seemed to have taken all that better than expected, truth be told. His gaze was almost kept on her the whole time, which was a plus. Though her heart rate got faster as he got closer. But he listened. That should've helped him relax a lot more, right? Because he had very little to say, therefore, he could organize his thoughts.

Or so she thought.

Now it took him a little bit to speak, but once he did the widest of smiles was on her face, "We are!" that had been her intention all along.

Oh? Hogsmeade? Why did it sound familiar? "That's where the train stopped, right?" she said, and turned her face in the general direction of the Front Gate, the little village right outside of Hogwarts as there, "I haven't," she replied, and held her gaze a little longer until he spoke again, slowly turning back towards him. 'You should go with--'. At those words, her now gray eyes were instantly on his, and her heart was racing for whatever unseen reason. '--someone'. That's not what he intended to say. It wasn't until now she realized she'd stopped breathing. The old smile slowly returning, for she forgot to smile as well, "You should ask me to go with you, since you're the one mentioning Hogsmeade and all," her tone was playful, yet she really hoped he did, eventually, got to ask her, or she'll do that herself.

05-08-2012, 09:25 PM	#234 (permalink)
Lockhartian Kappa Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: The Eyrie Posts: 14,978 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ashton P. Walker First Year x11 x11	Eagle Eye [⅓ Badger Trio] Felon & Kafka ♥ Gilderoy Lockhart <3 [TEAM 947!] Text Cut: pets your poor boy Quote: Originally Posted by hpluvr037 Well, that surprised him. "I shouldn't?" Cue confusion. Because he was pretty sure he was making a fool of himself. Unless she likes seeing me make a fool of myself. Somehow he doubted that. She didn't seem that mean. "Then you're welcome." He gave her an uncertain smile. Well yes, options could be nice. But only in some cases. "Not if you have thirty people all show up for Chaser tryouts. Then you're overwhelmed by how to decide. So.. sometimes?" However, his fear was actually not having enough people show up. Then he was pretty much stuck with whoever came. "Well good, it's a date!" Er.. "I mean, you know. Just.. let me know. You know where to find me." He was tempted to bury his face in his hands, but he bravely kept his gaze on hers. Apparently he just couldn't talk around her without being idiotic. She may as well get used to it. Her frown made him unhappy. But for some reason, she said he wasn't awkward. Seriously? Sweet! But she wasn't done. Speaking too much.. but she didn't mind. Alright. Her next statement made him literally open his mouth into a small 'o' shape. She was right, he had just said those things of his own accord. He tilted his head and scratched his scalp, wondering how that happened. Then he laughed, a full-bellied laugh that helped to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. Her affirmation of her own awesomeness amused him and somehow helped him feel a little less dumb. That had been a nice little speech to help him feel more relaxed. But then.. he felt the soft touch of her hand, and the next thing he knew, his palms were sweating enough to drop a Quaffle. Why was she doing that? Did she want him to run away in panic? His eyes darted down to register the reality of this moment, and so he almost missed her next words. Gulp. Eyes back on her, he sat and listened to her, leaning closer to hear her better over the loud thumping of his own heartbeat. The fact that she seemed to have lots of male friends bothered him, but as he couldn't have told her why, he let that go. Her mention of her current relationship status caused him to sit up a bit straighter, but he also couldn't have explained that particular reaction. Orange.. why is she telling me this? Not that he minded, but that certainly hadn't been in the rambling he had done a moment before. As quickly as it had come, the light pressure on his hand vanished. He barely had time to recognize the slight disappointment this brought when he felt her hand brushing his hair. In that moment, he had never before been more thankful that he didn't let his mother cut his hair over the summer. His eyebrows darted into his fringe, his gaze desperately attempting to see the act. Mental note: I should come outside more often when it's sunny. Yes, Marius. Apparently your hair does a similar thing to hers. As she finished her speech, he swallowed through the lump in his throat several times. When he finally found his voice, he couldn't think of a single intelligent thing to say. So he settled for, "Well then. I, uh.. I guess we're even now!" He gave a nervous laugh. Then some ~~Gryffindorness~~ reckless abandon came over him and he suddenly had the urge to ask.. "Have you ever been to Hogsmeade? Because there's some awesome stuff there, you know." He didn't elaborate as to what that awesome stuff was. "And the first weekend is next month. You should go with--" The bravery suddenly left him and his eyes widened. Realizing he had to finish his sentence, he cast about for a person. Any person. "--someone." Fail. No, he shouldn't. "You shouldn't stop talking, that's what I meant," else it would get incredibly quiet, and even if the ducks were nice enough...she couldn't bear listening to them for too long. Not while he was still here. And he was, so he better kept on saying whatever popped into his mind. Keefer didn't need any help in that department, he spoke his mind, alright? An approving smile graced her face to balance the uncertainty in his. Those were easy decisions to make, though, you chose which ones did best, or the first 3 or 4 that were marvelous and they got in. That's how it worked. And he knew this, unless the whole process of elimination is what truly wears him out. Being Captain wasn't the easiest job, but the decisions were practical, logical ones. However, if everyone trying out was just as good as the other...then..., "Sometimes," she agreed, with another smile. A date to the kitchens? It sounded like it was, but he was taking his words back almost every time he said something, it was difficult to keep track...if she actually didn't notice that what he'd originally meant to say was what counted. Her smile was a mixture of her previous sweet one with the slightest sign of a smirk. "I know where to find you," she finally said, one single nod was given with the answer. And she found herself wanting him not to take back his words. Kate was definitely not oblivious to his reactions since he had her undivided attention. There were so many things he hadn't realized until she spoke, and that was all amusing. He genuinely didn't know. And she liked that. Not the fact that she took notice of more things, but of how brutally honest and slightly innocent he was. Kind of like West. So when he laughed, she felt relieved, that could only mean he was entering some relaxed state he desperately needed. They desperately needed it. She seemed to have it, now she was just passing it along, so relax, Keefer. Also, she pretended to be offended by this, but kept her smile, "Hey, I was serious," she said, poking him ever-so-lightly on the arm. She IS amazing. He seemed to have taken all that better than expected, truth be told. His gaze was almost kept on her the whole time, which was a plus. Though her heart rate got faster as he got closer. But he listened. That should've helped him relax a lot more, right? Because he had very little to say, therefore, he could organize his thoughts. Or so she thought. Now it took him a little bit to speak, but once he did the widest of smiles was on her face, "We are!" that had been her intention all along. Oh? Hogsmeade? Why did it sound familiar? "That's where the train stopped, right?" she said, and turned her face in the general direction of the Front Gate, the little village right outside of Hogwarts as there, "I haven't," she replied, and held her gaze a little longer until he spoke again, slowly turning back towards him. 'You should go with--'. At those words, her now gray eyes were instantly on his, and her heart was racing for whatever unseen reason. '--someone'. That's not what he intended to say. It wasn't until now she realized she'd stopped breathing. The old smile slowly returning, for she forgot to smile as well, "You should ask me to go with you, since you're the one mentioning Hogsmeade and all," her tone was playful, yet she really hoped he did, eventually, got to ask her, or she'll do that herself.