10-16-2013, 03:26 AM
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Shrake
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Welllllll WWW guessed he could get off the floor now. He looked up at the coffee-spillin' ginger's hand and accepted it, humbly, to pull himself up. "Do you come here often?" he asked casually, mostly referring to how much she knew about this place's coffee. Totaaaaaallllllllly not a pick-up line. Nope. Never. Not on Muggles.
William glanced down at his shoes and the coffee spill and then tried to twist his head around to check out the back of his trousers. He couldn't see much but eh, he was probably okay. He would be sitting for most of the way home and anyway, he'd had worse things happen to his pants. He turned back around to the redhead.
"It's alright. Sorry about your crisps." He wasn't even sure he wanted the donuts now, plus the coffee was blocking his way toward them. If only he could take out his wand to clean it all up.... Good, he accepted. She helped the man up to his feet and then brushed her hands off on her jeans. Did she come here often? That was almost amusing. In a different situation, she might have taken it as a pick-up line. And, well... if it was, she was ignoring the intentions. "I do, actually. For the coffee." Coffee before the train ride to her dad's house. Sort of her own little tradition. "Do you?" she asked, glancing at the floor. She was resisting the urge to get her wand out and clean the mess herself. A muggle shop was not the best place to do that. "You're fine," she commented when she noticed him try to look at his own backside. Well, err... not that she was, like... pointedly looking. But just a casual glance to make sure she had indeed saved him from the coffee and not just shoved him for no reason. Anywaaaaay,
About her crisps, "Don't worry about it. A granola bar might be a little less dangerous." So she grabbed one of those before scooting out of the way of the attendant with a mop and a bucket. Poor muggles and their mops. She gave him an apologetic look and adjusted the strap of her purse. "Well." January cleared her throat. "You want some coffee? It's on me." She was offering to pay, since this whole fiasco was sort of her fault. |
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