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Bazinga 
Oh she was cute, goodness look how naive she was on everything. Zita had found her Protégé, she just knew it. "Well yes he is easy on the eyes and the lips." She had kissed him at the feast and she was now starting to regret she hadn't tried again, but that was over and she had moved on. "Well, of course, I have seen him play, I don't like to fly, but I do love to watch a boy in uniform. "
Was there anything more fun?
Z couldn't help but laugh when she asked if she had asked him, oh Bently, Bently, the memories of that cute boy in the corridors flooded back to her. "Well, of course, I told him and of course he told me I was too young. The age difference is the problem, but maybe once I've graduated and it isn't such a big deal anymore, maybe then I'll grab his attention." That part should be obvious to anyone, but she remembered being that first year determined she wasn't a baby and now that she was fifteen, she knew she had been. "I think he would be flattered and be super sweet to you, because that's Derf, he's too sweet for his own good at times, but you are just a first year and he is a fourth-year prefect." Sorry sweetie, but if she couldn't get him there was no way a first year could.
What should she do? "Tell him and get the practice of telling a boy you like him. Have fun with this crush, swoon over him, show him attention, help his ego and help your nerves around cute boys. " The girls next question did make her smile twitch a bit, James should still be her boyfriend, but that was not something she would bring up, "No, I have too much fun being single." That would be all she says about that.
Lips...The word played over and over in her mind before she could speak.
“Wait. You kissed him? My Derf?” Her stomach did a sort of flip flop and the queasy feeling spread throughout her body. The last thing she wanted to do was think about another girl kissing him. No, this is not what she planned on hearing. She did understand that Derf didn’t know she liked him, but she didn’t have to be happy hearing about another girls lips on his. Those perfect lips. She shook her head to try and get the thought out.
Doing her best to recover from the blow, she refocused her attention on the current conversation.
“That was brave of you to tell him. How did you deal with seeing him, knowing he didn’t feel the same?” It was hard for her to imagine what it would be like seeing him every day in the common room and at class, knowing for sure he didn’t like her. But, what if he did? There was still a bit of hope. She was twelve now. A young lady, not a kid anymore.
“How should I tell him? What do I say?” She looked up to Zita and her years of wisdom. If the girl had been brave enough to kiss a guy, then surely she had some ideas.
“Would you help me?” she hoped the answer would be yes. With her luck, she’d say something to him while they were flying around at practice and he would fall off his broom and get injured. She didn’t want to be the one responsible for killing the cutest player on the team. She could hear the announcement
'First year Emmalyn Walsh asks out fourth year Derfael Ashburry-Hawthorne resulting in his death'