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Roselyn · 11-21-2013, 07:03 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

For whatever reason, it made HIM feel a little better that she was stuttering, but it did very little to ease the tension and the tingly feeling that was picking at his limbs. Nothing he had read in any of his books about human interaction and relationships could have prepared him for this - VERY disappointing since he had spent muggle money on them in a muggle bookstore to get them. Muggle money was a fascinating keepsake, you see.

He actually choked on some air when she asked her question, making it difficult to keep the smile on his face, but he did somehow manage to keep something there that was between a grimace and a smirk. "B-b-b-bad?" he said as he continued to gag on air a bit more. "Far....far....farfromit."

Coughing and gagging and choking had stopped now, but the astronomer's face was hard to read - a reflection of his thoughts at that moment. HE had no clue what to think and therefore words were having a hard time forming. This, he and Medea, was not something straightforward like classifying the luminosity of a star. It was still something organic. Natural. Something that both came easily and not. It...it just was.

Was what exactly? That was the million galleon question.

And so it was that, in a moment of so-called Gryffindor bravery, that the lanky Astronomy professor just said the first thing that came to his mind while his complexion rose dramatically in color. "I-I-I think about that night in the Tower Patch all the time....and how I....s-s-s-somewhere in the back of my mind hoped it wouldn't be the last time."

Between what could have been an awful case of the stutters or something else entirely and her own fit of nerves, Medea slowly started to frown even more. Until she registered what was said. It wasn't bad. It was...far from bad. Far. From. Bad. Did he hear that!? No, wait, of course he did. He said it. He...said that.

In fact, more words were being said and the more that was said, the more those nerves intensified into uncomfortable little critters crawling under her skin until she felt like one giant buzzing bee with the inescapable rosy burn rising upon her cheeks. Frolicking fireflies, goodness. Few words, but a whoooooole lot of meaning and a whole lot to take in.

"...Really?" she whispered softly, before faintly clearing her throat. "I-I...I mean, you.....really?"

11-21-2013, 07:03 AM	#52 (permalink)
Roselyn DMAC & DoM Kappa Join Date: May 2009 Location: Western US Posts: 14,683 x9 x8	Super Slytherin Buddy \| \| ⅓ She-Snake Trio \| \| a normal girl with normal knees Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie For whatever reason, it made HIM feel a little better that she was stuttering, but it did very little to ease the tension and the tingly feeling that was picking at his limbs. Nothing he had read in any of his books about human interaction and relationships could have prepared him for this - VERY disappointing since he had spent muggle money on them in a muggle bookstore to get them. Muggle money was a fascinating keepsake, you see. He actually choked on some air when she asked her question, making it difficult to keep the smile on his face, but he did somehow manage to keep something there that was between a grimace and a smirk. "B-b-b-bad?" he said as he continued to gag on air a bit more. "Far....far....farfromit." Coughing and gagging and choking had stopped now, but the astronomer's face was hard to read - a reflection of his thoughts at that moment. HE had no clue what to think and therefore words were having a hard time forming. This, he and Medea, was not something straightforward like classifying the luminosity of a star. It was still something organic. Natural. Something that both came easily and not. It...it just was. Was what exactly? That was the million galleon question. And so it was that, in a moment of so-called Gryffindor bravery, that the lanky Astronomy professor just said the first thing that came to his mind while his complexion rose dramatically in color. "I-I-I think about that night in the Tower Patch all the time....and how I....s-s-s-somewhere in the back of my mind hoped it wouldn't be the last time." Between what could have been an awful case of the stutters or something else entirely and her own fit of nerves, Medea slowly started to frown even more. Until she registered what was said. It wasn't bad. It was...far from bad. Far. From. Bad. Did he hear that!? No, wait, of course he did. He said it. He...said that. In fact, more words were being said and the more that was said, the more those nerves intensified into uncomfortable little critters crawling under her skin until she felt like one giant buzzing bee with the inescapable rosy burn rising upon her cheeks. Frolicking fireflies, goodness. Few words, but a whoooooole lot of meaning and a whole lot to take in. "...Really?" she whispered softly, before faintly clearing her throat. "I-I...I mean, you.....really?"