01-11-2013, 12:30 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: --
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Originally Posted by LilFox06 Anya blinked several times before giving the Hufflepuff a hug back. Her resolve was disintegrating as the seconds ticked on.
GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF PHILLIPS! Things would just continue to get worse if she didn't just say what she needed to say. ... even if she did have the world's worst timing. "Yeah. I'mfine." she said quickly averting her eyes. "I made you something." she said holding out the book. Alec blinked a couple of times. Something... was wrong, wasn't it? Sure, things had changed between the two of them over the past couple of years but... that didn't mean that they still weren't the bestest friends in the world. Right? Because they were. Best friends. Forever. Like it always should be.
If there was something he had learnt from his childhood with being so close to a girl, it was that the words 'I'm fine' was a bad sign. But... he didn't really understand. Jake was an awesome guy and wouldn't hurt Rilez, right? Yeah. He was pretty sure about that. So... why was the girl just 'fine'?
Alec blinked some more as the girl handed him a... book? How did he notice the biting of the lip but not the book? Well done, Summers. Smiling, Alec took it into his hands, touching the cover of it gently. "Thanks Rilez!" he said, before opening it. It was... a story. A story about an apricot and a starfruit. Awesome. The fourth year smiled up at the brunette before looking back down at the book and starting his small reading session.
So, he had thought that it was a small story about two fruits who were friends. It was actually pretty sweet from the beginning and... Rilez must have made it herself, right? Yeah. But then the story progressed and Alec's sparkling blue eyes started to turn back to its normal colour. This... yeah. He knew what this meant. A part of him did, actually. Especially with the picture -- which made him smile, actually -- and the letter she had written to him. Another part of him still believed it to be a made up story about two fruits who were once best friends.
... Gulp. "Erm... this..." he said, once he had finished reading, "Rilez, this is... I mean... it's really sweet. And... really nice of you. Thanks!" The fourth year held the book up and hugged it gently. It was sweet. Really. "Erm... Rilez? What is this... about?" The story, the meeting... He didn't quite understand. |
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