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Originally Posted by NiallNIP Quinn did not know or care whether the slug was a boy or a girl. "Uh... I don't really know."
Quinn took two more steps back. "Yes, thank you, I'm sure I'm fine, really, thanks for the offer, though, but no, no thanks." When Quinn got nervous, he tended to ramble, and this made him nervous—he didn't want to upset her, but he really, really did not want to hold the slug. Whenever he saw a slug in his garden, he always just let them be. He felt no desire to touch them. And those were the little tiny garden slugs with the clear slime, these were much bigger with green slime, and Quinn had no intention of ever coming into direct physical contact with one. Eh. Ver.
Quinn reddened a bit, averting his eyes. "Uh, w-well, I, um..." he trailed off, then was silent for a beat. "Y-yes..." Kinsay didn't find this to be surprising. Was there anything that Quinn did know? Kiz squinted at him.
A squint that persisted through all his rambling. Until. Oh wait. Was he ... scared? The thought had only JUST occurred to Kinsay James and her whole face went all soft as a result. Kizzy felt scared sometimes. More than she wanted to admit because Gryffindors weren't supposed to get scared and yet here she was. Cried on the first day back this year. Almost cried in multiple DADA lessons. Cried during a Jarvey's funeral. Bravery wasn't something Kinsay felt a lot of these days, so she could relate to the feeling.
It actually made her feel a little guilty for having been all sorts of judgey before (even though her judgments hadn't been shared out loud). She didn't want Quinn feel embarrassed.
So when she spoke again, she spoke even softer than usual. "It's just a slug." She assured him with an easy nod. "It won't bite you. Promise." She even held up her gooey pinky. Pinky promises are sacred. If you break the promise you have to break your finger, did he know? And she'd never be willing to break her own pinky, so she was extremely confident that the slug wouldn't be biting him. See? Nothing to be 'fraid of. That's what this was, right?
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