 Yoongi and Zander in here Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Norah was about ready crawl under the table and never come out when Yoongi responded so questioningly. Had she been WRONG? Had he not meant that at all? She'd spent so long being worried that she wouldn't even notice if somebody asked her out that she really hadn't considered the opposite happening. Okay she hadn't really spent that long thinking about it, but it did cross her mind now and then if she was beyond normal levels of boredom. She wished she could pull another chocolate frog out of nowhere and stuff it in her mouth so she'd never have to say anything ever again, but she'd given her very last one to Marsha and was thus left with absolutely nothing to do but stare at his pretty face in horror until he returned to his normal tone again. Okay. That was a good. Confident comments were good. Maybe she hadn't messed everything up for once.
If he was being normal then that was probably a cue for her to be normal too (or something like that, anyways. It was a lot harder to figure these things out than she'd imagined), so she gave her head a little shake and replaced her horrified look with a grin. "'Course you always have great ideas. This one's extra nice, though. You could win an award for it." She looked down at the poke, but glanced up again quickly with a beaming smile still in place. "I dunno, could be anybody. That hair of yours must win you loads of admirers." As it should, considering he probably spent more time on it than anybody in the entire universe. Unless it was just automatically like that, which would be highly unfair. He'd just have to deal with the curly madness that was her own hair, though, 'cause she wasn't planning on doing anything about it any time soon.
Norah turned gratefully to face the Headmaster 'cause speech meant FOOD, but her expression quickly turned quizzical. Did he seem...weird to anybody else? She squinted up at him, trying to see if he looked ill or was in need of a hug or some glitter or both. Poor guy. He looked awfully tired. Once Botros was finished, the fifth year stood up and left Yoongi to his soup so she could march over to where Zander was sitting, wiggled into the seat next to him, and draped her legs over his lap. She had his attention now, yeah? "Look at you! The big winner." She beamed at him, but her smile faltered slightly when it occurred to her that his entire Hogwarts career was over and she still hadn't imparted the joys of glitter upon him. FAILURE. UTTER FAILURE. Maybe Soph could teach him sometime, whenever she stopped yelling about whatever was so exciting over at the Claw table. "Don't forget about me when you're all big and important, okay? I expect a post card from the ministry. I pinky swear not to put glitter your return letter unless you're really asking for it." And with that, she swung herself off of him and stood up, not returning to where Yoongi was sitting until she'd given him a long squish from behind, which actually worked quite well when his height when he was still sitting.
As if nothing had happened, she sat back down and loaded her plate with food to start her meal, pausing to swallow before asking, "So, what else are you gonna do this summer?"
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