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TakemetotheBurrow · 08-24-2016, 01:37 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

It was like she could read his mind, which some how would not surprise him if she could. Although it would also make his embarrassment level skyrocket off the charts, and it was already hovering close to the danger levels as was. actually, he would be eternally grateful if she never grew the ambition to become a Legilimens. Thoughts just had this way of tip toeing into his mind whenever he was around her and he was not sure he would know how to survive her being able to tune into those. Her having a strong intuition was perfectly fine and quite liked the feeling of that.

But then panic set in. Well, slight panic. His family was not poor, quite well off really, but he wasn't the sort to spend loads of money on things. Unless it was on his flute. Although...no, he wasn't going to finish that thought or else risk his ears turning a more obvious shade of red. "N-N-No," he stammered. "It cost nothing. Made it with assistance from scraps of metal at mătuşă's. She help too." Because his metal charming, while advanced for someone his age, was not THAT advanced.

"You...like it?" he asked, tugging on her hand in his a little. "Made in the image of you."

Wait. Emmy glanced up from the hummingbird, her eyes wide. "You...you made this for me?" It must've taken ages, even with help. Time spent during his summer, his free time, working on this. That...Merlin. She honestly couldn't understand why he'd done it but it made her heart race. No one had ever done anything this nice for her before.

"I love it," She corrected softly, turning to face him. Thoughts of what Rosie had advised her to do swirling around her head, the twelve year old turned quite red. No, she couldn't...possibly do that. Instead, she leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "Thank you so much. I'll take such good care of it, I promise." And Emilia Espinosa never broke promises.

"What...did you mean about making it in the image of me?" She shifted from one foot to the other, feeling rather sheepish. She was also vaguely aware that they were not alone, as much as it might've felt that way moments earlier.

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TakemetotheBurrow Grindylow Join Date: Dec 2011 Location: Boston Posts: 14,485 Hogwarts RPG Name: Everleigh Evans Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Luca Benetti Hufflepuff Graduated x12 x7	elephant-astic•wanderlust•stay in the ninedaaays the original Taco Belle•look at the flowers✿ Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie It was like she could read his mind, which some how would not surprise him if she could. Although it would also make his embarrassment level skyrocket off the charts, and it was already hovering close to the danger levels as was. actually, he would be eternally grateful if she never grew the ambition to become a Legilimens. Thoughts just had this way of tip toeing into his mind whenever he was around her and he was not sure he would know how to survive her being able to tune into those. Her having a strong intuition was perfectly fine and quite liked the feeling of that. But then panic set in. Well, slight panic. His family was not poor, quite well off really, but he wasn't the sort to spend loads of money on things. Unless it was on his flute. Although...no, he wasn't going to finish that thought or else risk his ears turning a more obvious shade of red. "N-N-No," he stammered. "It cost nothing. Made it with assistance from scraps of metal at mătuşă's. She help too." Because his metal charming, while advanced for someone his age, was not THAT advanced. "You...like it?" he asked, tugging on her hand in his a little. "Made in the image of you." Wait. Emmy glanced up from the hummingbird, her eyes wide. *"You...you made* this for me?"** It must've taken ages, even with help. Time spent during his summer, his free time, working on this. That...Merlin. She honestly couldn't understand why he'd done it but it made her heart race. No one had ever done anything this nice for her before. "I love it," She corrected softly, turning to face him. Thoughts of what Rosie had advised her to do swirling around her head, the twelve year old turned quite red. No, she couldn't...possibly do that. Instead, she leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "Thank you so much. I'll take such good care of it, I promise." And Emilia Espinosa never broke promises. "What...did you mean about making it in the image of me?" She shifted from one foot to the other, feeling rather sheepish. She was also vaguely aware that they were not alone, as much as it might've felt that way moments earlier. __________________