 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
There wasn't very much to say to that because Yoongi WAS excellent at talking. Norah was an expert, okay, she paid a lot of attention whenever he did. "I bet music counts a whole lot, but I'm not very good at that." Unless using her tummy as a drum counted, because even though it'd been a while she was sure she was still capable of that, at least. Not that anybody needed to witness it.
She beamed at him and accepted the pruning shears. "EXACTLY like that one. Thanks, Yoongi." Would it be too much to hug him again? It would be too much to hug him again. But she WANTED to. Pruning shears were important, hug-worthy business. For sure. Everybody knew they were much more fun than the spell. Using 789% of her effort to keep herself from giving too many hugs that nobody asked for, she turned to the plant next to Yoongi's and trimmed off a leaf, looked back at the Gryffindor, then trimmed another. "There ya go, little guy." Two more leaves were trimmed before she shot another glance at Yoongi, but just as she turned back to her plant he provided the perfect opportunity to look back all over again on account of his YELLING that made her drop her pruning shears and let her eyebrows shoot all the way up to outer space.
"Are you okay are you dying do you need CPR DO YOU NEED A HUG?" Norah squinted at him. He looked perfectly fine. Better than fine, actually, but that was irrelevant. The plant he was trying to hide did NOT look perfectly fine, but before she could address that particular tragedy she was being distracted once more. "You lied? About what?" Must've been when he said she looked nice as always. That just shouted dishonesty. Nobody ever said THAT.
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