11-22-2013, 11:14 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Siobhán O'Shea Graduated x3 x2
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Originally Posted by Cassirin Her reaction was totally unexpected, and Mo sat back with wide eyes as Olly-Olivia fish-faced at him. What exactly was so surprising to her about his response? Wasn't it sort of a given? The point of any rule was to create boundaries. If you created your own boundaries, then you were likely doing it knowing full well the reason. And breaking your own rule, knowing full well the reason, led to guilt and self recrimination.
Mo knew, 'cause he made his own rules all the time. And because his best friend was West, and no one could beat himself up like a West.
Wait, though... she wished she hadn't asked him to sit? What had he done? Mo blinked at Olly before shrugging. "Okay, then." He rolled back to his feet and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Good luck with your Charms work. Sorry about... whatever." Since he wasn't sure why he'd offended... but he was still sorry he'd done so. Breaaathe, Olly, breeeathe
She even closed her eyes for a moment. No, it was fine. Everything was fine. Letting her guard down like that in front of...well, basically a stranger was NOT good. She really needed to calm down and put her walls back up so things like that did NOT get to her. Stupid school. Stupid people who went to this school. What Mo had said had just surprised her. It was too close to what she was in fact worried about. Breaking her own rules.....was it really that bad that she HAD broken them?
Only hearing someone else say it wasn't really something she appreciated.
And then Mo was back on his feet again. Olly looked up at him, her face back to being almost passive again. "Yeah..." He apologized without saying what for so that didn't really count as an apology. Just saying. "You still want to know why I asked you to sit down?" She didn't wait for an answer but instead smirked slightly. "I wanted to know why you called West a git at the match." Curious, that was what she was. Merely curious.
She leaned her back against the wall again, still watching him. Just to answer his question. If he wanted to he could still leave. She wasn't about to cling to his legs, begging him to stay. |
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