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debpetrisor She saw him.
Of course she did - she'd have to be deaf not to have heard his yelp. Which he liked to believe was justified, with the state he'd found Shera in. He could hear her steps behind him, and soon she was somewhere in his line of sight; if only he could look at her. He felt like he shouldn't - didn't even know if she draped that towel over herself, which still wouldn't be enough for him to be comfortable - so he kept his eyes firmly on his feet. And Shera's bare feet.
"I-I'm-fine," he wheezed out, shaking his head when she'd asked if he's sick. "Aren't you-isn't it cold?" Not like he'd ever tried to wear his swimsuit in September, since he didn't even own one... because he didn't know how to swim... and refused to learn.
He wasn't looking at her?
This was strange.
Very strange.
There was a mystery to be solved here. But it could wait until later. First step was actually getting the boy to look at her again. It would be hard to be friends if he could never look her in the eye. Of course, maybe that would also be hilarious because by seventh year he might have forgotten what she looked like.
Now he was wheezing, she raised an eyebrow at his response that he wasn't sick. Maybe he was just one of those guys.
"It's actually really nice in the water, you should try going in sometime." Because it was actually magnificent if she did say so herself. Though you did have to be slightly aware of lake monsters....
"How are you liking Gryffindor?" the red tie suited him, but she was still... disappointed that they weren't in the same house. It would have made all of their planning much simpler if they could just do it in the common room. And also the cheering for her during Quidditch
when she got onto the team.
If she tried out every year they'd have to accept her eventually.