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Ror didn't know what this kid's beef with pink was about, but she sure wasn't one to judge. "Oh yeah," She mumbled looking down at herself and shrugging. "I don't know, I was just feeling pink today." The poofy-haired girl watched him take off his hat, "Nice outfit." Reaching over to pick up the hat, she removed her own tiara. "Switch?" He smelled good. Like crisp, new clothes.
He was staring and he realized that, but he was having the hardest time getting himself to stop, it felt like his blue eyes were glued to the girl's slim form as she shrugged her shoulders and looked herself over with eyes less admiring. Damien shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Well, uh... It suits you... Really," The Gryffindor nodded, smiling effortlessly at her next words. "Thanks...Yeah, sure." Damien handed over his hat and reached for her crown, placing it delicately onto his head, where it lay and twinkled in his nestle of golden brown hair.
"How's it look?" He asked, posing with his hands on his waist.