 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
If there was one thing Abra was bad at (and, actually, there were about a zillion things, but that wasn't the point) it was taking a compliment, even (and maybe especially) when it wasn't even a compliment at all. Any nice words, however simply stated, counted. He never really knew what to say. A simple 'thank you' sounded almost conceited, as if he was thinking 'THANK YOU I KNOW RIGHT?!' which wasn't ever the case, but returning the compliment in any way felt like he was doing so out of obligation, like he felt he had to say something nice back. Well, in a way he did feel like that actually, but he often chose something true to say back to the person rather than just a throwaway comment that meant literally nothing. Still, it didn't make him any less worried about it.
Hopefully, his swinging made it hard to see the sudden awkwardness showing on his face, and mercifully he didn't have the opportunity to shift around or wring his hands because his entire body was busy. Maybe he did swing a little faster though.
"Thanks!" Abra said, and tried to decide mega quickly how to proceed. Uhhh. UHHHHH. "You too, I bet. You've been teaching Bel to fly and everything too." He'd known about that for ages, considering he was doing the exact same. Maybe even caught sight of them once or twice or five times.
... swing, swing, swiNG, SWING..... UP!
With one last burst of momentum, Abra swung himself as far forward as he could go, then twisted at the height of his arc and swung his leg over his broom. It wasn't the cleanest or the most impressive of moves; there was a little bit of a wobble and he needed to steady himself quickly so he didn't immediately fall off the other side, but he managed it. He couldn't help but grin as he looked over at Cameron, but once he had done that he continued the conversation when nothing had happened (when actually it totally really actually absolutely had happened and he was so thrilled but unwilling to brag in front of someone he didn't know too well).
"Beater." Abra repeated the word to himself and took in the sight of the Slytherin, now on his own broom, and pictured him holding a bat and looking menacing and/or protective in the name of the great game. "I quite like whacking Bludgers actually. It's really good for..." The word. The English word. It was on the tip of his tongue. "... uhhh... tension relief." 'Tension' wasn't the word he had wanted, but it would have to do.
Honestly, he started getting past his initial jitters around talking to people, and suddenly the words themselves decided not to cooperate. The universe was truly working against him.
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