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Team ronmione Tag continued glancing about on the shelves for the notebooks and journals, trying to figure out which one would do him best for his studying and note taking and what not. The blonde, though, did hear some noises, but thought nothing of it, thinking that whoever was in the shop, was, as well, riffling through all the products to see which was best.
Ok. Now the blonde could hear a real mess happening. What in the world was going on? Oh. Wow. Either A. Bliss' feet had gave out, or B. all of those products had caused her trouble. Sighing Tag went over to her and looked down at her, "I'm almost certain students can't work at Hogsmeade, but, shouldn't the shopkeeper be the one inspecting if her or his shop's floor is clean enough?" Tag said slightly teasingly. Honestly.
He got on his knees and stared upon the entire mess. He wasn't sure what was Bliss' so the boy simply stacked the parchments up in a neat pile again and just held it. Was this her's or was it from the shelf? Did she need help with anything else?
Bliss was just sat there staring at the stupid mess she'd made so intently, that she almost didn't notice someone come up in front of her. Her eyes moved upwards and she had to do a double take. This couldn't be happening.
Tag was coming to her rescue? He's wasn't ignoring her or standing on her while she was down? Though, she didn't really think he'd do the latter. Out of all the people in the Wizarding World. Him?
Don't get her wrong, she didn't mind Tag, but they hadn't properly talked in nearly two years, so this came .. as a surprise to say the least.
The blonde gathered her thoughts and meet his eyes, a faint smile on her lips.
"You're right, but I thought I'd give them a hand .. and I must say, there isn't a speck of dust in sight," she replied with the same level of humour that he'd spoke with.
"Not so good as a landing mat, though," she said and grimaced. She probably should offer up explanation as to why she was on the floor, but it could wait.
Instead, she just watched in a sort of daze as Tag pick up all the parchment that she'd dropped. After he'd finished, she picked up a couple of other items that she'd knocked from the shelves and looked back at him.
"Thank you, Tag," she mumbled, reaching for the parchment. No need for him to hold onto it any longer than necessary. Now what? She didn't want this to get awkward .... but
seriously.