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Derf was honestly beginning to feel as anxious as a kneazle in a room full of rocking chairs right now, the anticipation for this new - whatever it was - was causing his palms to sweat and acting as a bit of an all natural gel in his hair. Alright, so it really wasn't THAT dramatic right now, but he was still nervous. Girls were becoming more and more complicated these days which just made them all the more unpredictable.
People in general, really, but that was besides the point.
Being a teenager was the worst.
But when Emmalyn began speaking...he really wished she would just STOP. Guilt immediately ate at his insides and made them feel RAW - because Zita was CRYING? BECAUSE OF HIM? He knew the the facade she kept up was only for appearances - Zita had let him in and seen her so he knew better than to believe her 'I'm fabulous' comments and accompanying hair flips or whatever sort of other bedazzled gestures she tended to lean on to distract from her brilliant eyes.
His hand was moving back into his hair for some MUCH needed aggressive ruffling because he had absolutely NO idea what to even say to THAT. He and Zita HAD discussed things and he kinda sorta thought that they were on the same page with how he felt about kissing in general and aaaaaaaaaaaaaall of that STUFF. So he was taken off guard and obviously flustered in the moment as he processed.
"I...um...erm...um..." he stammered, pointedly look at the FLOOR and at neither girl for the time being.
And then Zita spoke, the Derf's knee jerk reaction was to FROWN. "Don't call her dumb, that's unkind," he scolded softly, disappointment knotted into his brow as his eyes met hers. And while a pat on the head was a fine gesture, particularly to crups, Derf knew Zita did not entirely mean it in an appreciative manner but more so to belittle the first year. And as Zita continued to speak, his insides found no relief. In fact, that urge to go all demiguise and vanish was almost suffocating in the moment.
....my feelings before her own... found a crush...cutest prefect we have here at Hogwarts...she'll learn to put up walls later...
THERE WAS A LOT OF INFORMATION TO PROCESS IN SUCH A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME!
And then all thoughts went up in flames like a phoenix on Burning Day when he felt Zita's lips pressed to his cheek and whatever trance he had been in while attentively staring at the two girls with unblinking bright blue eyes. And before he could react to THAT...Zita was gone. Though he managed a very belated wave to the back of her head as she made her way down the corridor.
Later. Yes. He was going to need to speak with her later.
But, for now, he was stuck staring all moon calf eyed at the first year. Not AGAIN....he didn't want to have to do this to someone else, AGAIN!
".....which is true?" he eventually found himself asking her after a bit, NEEDING her to come clean herself and speak for herself as well.
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