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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin Sixth Year
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Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
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Originally Posted by Yourenodaisy  Emmaleigh followed closely behind her boyfriend as she lead her to the spot he was talking about. “I've never noticed a mirror down here.” she said coming to a stop behind him. The girl looked at the mirror, and then glanced up and down the corridor before answering. “It's great. Kinda out of the way so we don't have to worry about getting stepped on.” Letting her eyes fall on Max's reflection, she added, “And I really like the view.” As Max messed with his hair, she couldn't help but smile. He seemed to be doing that quite a bit lately.
Em watched Max as he spoke. “I'm just glad you let me help. That you let me in.” Em looked away, and fidgeted a little. “I was scared you wouldn't want to talk. That you would run up to your common room before I got the chance to hug you,and tell you how amazing you were.” She looked back up at Max, and placed her had on his chest. “I was worried about you.”
Emmaleigh accepted Max's help with her bag, and gladly let him pull her into a hug. She tightly held onto him, and rested her head against him as the rocked back and forth. “I think this is my favorite place in the world.” she said quietly. When Max released her from their hug, Em held on to him a few moments longer, not wanting it to end. When they did break a part, Em glanced down at the bag Max had asked her about. Nudging with her foot she answered, “If it was my usual bag, I'd have to say everything, but this one only has a few blankets. I figured we would need them to have a proper picnic, and to make the floor a bit more comfortable.” And they would definitely help if the chosen corridor was at all drafty. Reaching down to her bag, she pulled out one of the quilts, and began spreading it on the ground. “Do you actually think we could get in trouble for this?” she asked, wondering what she would say if of the professors saw them and said anything. "Really?" Huh. That was interesting. Of course, he knew what kind of girl Emmaleigh was, but Max couldn't help but find it refreshing that this girl was not gravitated toward every nearby mirror. She had cared so little about such a thing that she hadn't even realized it was there.
He loved that about her. She had such a good head on her shoulders.
"They say there's a secret passageway behind it. Vivi - y'know Genevieve Branxton? Our year, a Ravenclaw? Professor Rae's daughter," he clarified. He didn't know if they had properly met, but surely Em knew who she was. "We were here earlier in the term. We tried to get it to budge off the wall or something - the passageway is blocked back there - but it was no use. I still think it's kind of cool." Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to find information about it at all.
She liked the view? Ha, ha. Very funny, Emmaleigh. "You don't have to humor me, Em. I look like a wet crup." He lifted his hand again to gesture to his wet hair, wrinkled his nose at his reflection in the mirror, then turned to her. "You, on the other hand... don't even get me started..." He shook his head slowly and teasingly fanned himself with a hand. "You are never anything less than radiant."
As the topic of the Quidditch match came back to haunt him, Max drew his gaze downward and refused to make eye contact. When she rested a hand on his chest, he brought his hand up to rest on hers, and continued to look down. Worried? She was worried about him? "I..." He cleared his throat nervously, brought her hand down from his chest, and laced his fingers through hers. He took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I didn't want to talk. And... I probably would have run away if I had gotten the chance." Ella had kind of ruined that, but his pride still hurt. "But... thank you - for... caring about me and believing me even when I'm not the best and... making me happy. And... thank you for being perfect." He lifted his head to meet her eyes, gave her a soft, bashful smile, and hoped the warmth on his face would subside soon.
While they hugged, Max breathed slowly and deeply, enjoying their closeness. "Mine, too," he replied quietly, grinning at their reflections in the mirror. Upon separating, he reached down to pick up the bag. If it only had a few blankets, he didn't feel too bad about opening her bag to pull one out. "Good idea," he nodded, struck with the overwhelming scent of vanilla as he unfolded and shook out the blanket to lay it on the ground nicely. "It smells like you," he found himself beaming, kneeling to smooth it out on the ground. "It... might be a little dirty when we're done." It WAS on the floor, after all. But she must have anticipated that.
In trouble? Well. "Probably. Maybe. I dunno. If anything, we'd probably just be asked to leave." They didn't need to think about that now, though, right? It was more important to just live for the moment. "What kind of food did you bring?"
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