Dylan was staring down at Bee...horrified. What was WRONG with him lately? He'd...No, THEY'D (he and Vickers) had nearly killed Cap'n and Indy...And now he'd basically ran down the girl...
*sigh* THE girl.
Seriously, could his luck be any worse? COULD IT? Yea, he thought NOT.
*SIGH* In fact, he was about to step away from her altogether (to escape into the library) when Bee decided to look up at him. Those eyes of hers...Merlin! That had been a terrible, terrible, AWFUL thing for her to do. AWFUL...because Dylan suddenly felt pinned to the spot. All he could do was simply stand there, still holding her tightly and staring at her full in the face...STILL trying to catch his breath...Although looking at her wasn't helping in that department.
WHY COULDN'T SHE BE UGLY AND UTTERLY UNATTRACTIVE?
Somehow finding the resolve to let go (actually FORCING himself because he was probably coming off like the biggest CREEP ever!), the Slytherin tore his eyes away from hers. TORE. Refocusing them on the floor in front of him, he quietly mused his hair.
"I...erm...apologize about that." He tried to slip some indifference into his tone...
No, he had not just had a moment of clarity...NOPE.