 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Did she not believe him? Was six too unbelievable? It couldn't have been that drastic of a number. He had plenty of friends that were girls. Getting six Valentine's wouldn't have been that difficult. It wasn't as if every girl at Hogwarts was like Nicky Iver. If they were, he'd be doomed.
That look Hady was giving him made him wonder if he was doomed too. She was sorting through everything, determining if what he was saying was actually factual or not. And then she nodded and looked away. Hmm. What was that all about?
Sammie then came over and relieved the tension or whatever was going on. The blond watched Hady pet the cruppie ... and then he noticed that side-ways glance. When she spoke, he knew that she knew. For a split second he thought about telling her, but he didn't say a single word. He was holding his ground. Why, he didn't quite get it himself; maybe it was his gut telling him that it was too soon to jump back into things or that he was scared of repeating those dark times all over again. He finally shrugged his shoulders at her and said, "I'm sure they will ... eventually. But for now, I guess, it'll remain a mystery."
Hady was good. Almost too good. Frankie glanced at her and then the box of chocolates and then back at her again. He moved his hand, reaching out ... to get the yogurt cups from the basket. After handing one over to Hady, he then swiped a chocolate for himself and placed it in his mouth. "If I wake up tomorrow with tentacles for arms or something because your admirer saw you share your Valentine chocolates with me, then it's your fault."
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