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BanaBatGirl · 01-29-2021, 02:54 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Grantham's quiet demeanour was noted. Everything was noted - everything noteworthy, at any rate. Nem's eyes flicked to the gloves, and immediately back to Grantham's face, scrutinising her carefully.

"You have another pair for yourself, though?" they asked, pulling a hand out of the warm confines of their jacket pocket to take the proffered gloves. Nem gave them the once over, but looked up again at the counterpunch.

For a moment, they allowed a flash of subtle surprise to take over their expression, like it wasn't a question they generally expected to get - and, well, maybe that was the case, maybe it wasn't - before it quickly morphed into a smile, and then a laugh, short-lived but genuine enough.

Nem shook their head. "No. No, probably not." But that was not a rabbit hole Grantham wanted to go down, so, "Nobody is."

She didn't, but she nodded anyway, making sure her hands were deep within her pockets so they were fine. Bernie had worked hard on that mitten pattern, taken weeks to get it done, gone through almost a whole skein of yarn and several hours of start-overs messy loops in the process, but she liked them better on Nem anyway. Had to match the hat she'd owed him.

And besides that, she told herself, Nem was more likely than her to survive this year and if Nem survived then the mittens and hat she'd made could survive too and that way at least some small part of her might liv---

She blinked at the change in expression, which pulled her from her serious thoughts, but otherwise remained subdued at more of a boil than a simmer. It wasn't anything directed at Nem. Just roiling thoughts in a sea of suffering. Directed at their failed school leadership, more like, amongst others.

"Go on, then," she encouraged softly, still staring, not sharing in the laugh. "You go first."

Sharing time, Nem, share share! They had the rare occurrence of a quiet Grantham, so. Go. She DID want to go down the rabbit hole.

01-29-2021, 02:54 AM	#12 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Grantham's quiet demeanour was noted. Everything was noted - everything noteworthy, at any rate. Nem's eyes flicked to the gloves, and immediately back to Grantham's face, scrutinising her carefully. "You have another pair for yourself, though?" they asked, pulling a hand out of the warm confines of their jacket pocket to take the proffered gloves. Nem gave them the once over, but looked up again at the counterpunch. For a moment, they allowed a flash of subtle surprise to take over their expression, like it wasn't a question they generally expected to get - and, well, maybe that was the case, maybe it wasn't - before it quickly morphed into a smile, and then a laugh, short-lived but genuine enough. Nem shook their head. "No. No, probably not." But that was not a rabbit hole Grantham wanted to go down, so, "Nobody is." She didn't, but she nodded anyway, making sure her hands were deep within her pockets so they were fine. Bernie had worked hard on that mitten pattern, taken weeks to get it done, gone through almost a whole skein of yarn and several hours of start-overs messy loops in the process, but she liked them better on Nem anyway. Had to match the hat she'd owed him. And besides that, she told herself, Nem was more likely than her to survive this year and if Nem survived then the mittens and hat she'd made could survive too and that way at least some small part of her might liv--- She blinked at the change in expression, which pulled her from her serious thoughts, but otherwise remained subdued at more of a boil than a simmer. It wasn't anything directed at Nem. Just roiling thoughts in a sea of suffering. Directed at their failed school leadership, more like, amongst others. "Go on, then," she encouraged softly, still staring, not sharing in the laugh. "You go first." Sharing time, Nem, share share! They had the rare occurrence of a quiet Grantham, so. Go. She DID want to go down the rabbit hole. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind