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Fifth Year |  Hufflepuff Forever Interstellar Hitchhiker
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Originally Posted by Grangerfn1  "So pale that it's almost white? Yeah. That's her." Max smiled to himself, remembering the first time he saw Vivi and thought she looked like a model. Now, he knew better than to ever think she would stumble into such a profession - she was way too fun for that. "Yeah, I do - Viv said so. She would know, I think, considering who her mum is. And... I dunno. She just seemed pretty sure of herself, and we did feel a draft coming from behind the mirror over here," he pointed. "I'm sure it's there, just... blocked, y'know?"
Handsome? Max scrunched up his nose at that. "No," he said simply, giving his head a small shake as she touched his hair. When she scratched him behind the ear, he turned his head toward her hand and playfully bit at the air as if he was a fiesty crup. But his playful expression broke into utter sadness at her next statement. "No, Em," he said, taking her hand for the moment to get her attention properly, "I mean that. All the time. Every time. You're... always perfect and the most breathtaking person I've ever seen, every day, all the time. I don't care if you have hat hair." He smiled, taking her hand down from her hair as she tried to fix it. "You're lovely."
Heh. Blood continued to flood his face as she spoke to him. It was so... bizarre and new to have someone care about him - and care enough that she would actually make sure he didn't use his most common coping method of shutting out the world. She legitimately wanted to help him feel better.
Being loved and cared for was the best feeling in the world. And she was the best person in the world.
"Thank you," Max replied softly, his cheeks reaching their maximum hotness as her lips pressed upon one of them.
In that moment, upon soaking in her words and realizing he felt the exact same way about Em, Max concluded that he was in love.
"Shuddup," he laughed, nudging Em in the side softly. "Everyone wants to be a 'claw." He grinned at her awkwardness about the blankets. "It's fine, Em. They smell good."
Fooood. Wordlessly, Max took the meat pie from Em and took a large bite as he slid down the wall to sit next to her. Through a rather impolite mouthful, the hungry, tired Ravenclaw Keeper finally replied with a quiet, "Thank you so much." He was so happy to be eating. It was an especially great distraction from those worries from the game at the back of his mind.
“Oh, well, I guess she might know. Unless she was just winding you up.” Em shrugged. She hadn't actually ever met the girl, but it sounded like something Em would tell some of the first years just to tease them. And the whole castle was drafty, so that didn't really mean a whole lot. “Though if it is real, that be really neat.” She bit her lip as she looked at the mirror a moment. “Maybe you just gotta break the mirror or something.”
Oh Max, don't do that. Emmaleigh thought as she gently held onto the boy's face. “Yes, yes you are.” She sighed, this boy had no idea how truly amazing and just how handsome he was. His crup act made her giggle. Though that feeling was short lived due to his reaction to her comment on being a mess. Looking pretty was never something that ever crossed her mind. Most days, it just didn't seem to matter, but standing her in front of the mirror, she exactly what she looked like at the moment. And all the things he was saying, she knew he meant them, because it was exactly the same way she felt about him. There was no use saying so, but it couldn't hurt to try, even if she did sound like a broken record. “That,” she said squeezing his hands, “Is precisely how I feel about you.”
Em gave a small smile when she noticed just how red Max's face was getting. There wasn't many people that blushed as much as she did. “You are most welcome.” the girl said squeezing his hand once more. And honestly, it wasn't like she was going out of her way or anything. If Max hadn't let her in, she would have most likely sat outside of his common room sick to her stomach with worry.
Grinning, she shook her head. “I don't know why, everyone knows Hufflepuff is the best.” She was kidding, but she really did mean it. “And, were closest to the kitchens.” which was probably one of the greatest things. Her blankets smelled like here, and they smelled good? That meant she smelled good too right? She couldn't help it, the girl blushed even more. “I, um, thank you.” she said looking away.
When Max slid down beside her, all Em wanted to do was wrap him in a big hug, and rest her head against him. She forced herself not to, knowing he must be really tired. When he thanked her once again, Emmaleigh placed her hand on the boy's leg, and rubbed her thumb back and forth. “Any time. I'm here for you any time you need me, day or...” She trailed off. Even if he was having the worst night ever, she could only be there for him during the day. Though she would probably be willing to risk detention by sneaking out to be able to hold his hand and tell him everything was okay. “Or Whenever.” she said at last. “Butterbeer or pumpkin juice?” she asked, pulling a pumpkin juice out for herself, and taking a sip. "How is it?" she asked, wondering how he liked the food.
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