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Harron Peasley · 07-10-2023, 07:23 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

He would be...quite devastated to know, not to mention confirm an insecurity he had been fighting off for some time, that she did not count him never missing a birthday of hers via Owl Post. Well, save for her last birthday. He had finally given in to the embarrassment he felt over just the potential that it had all been one sided. He knew this was not true, but there was a layer of embarrassment laced with disappointment. To him, the quaffle was exclusively on her side of the pitch to do with what she wanted...and Cooper had made a promise to himself after spending an entire evening in a muggle police station that he would no longer chase after that which never wanted to be caught.

So to speak. It was a metaphor in process.

Unaware that this was a spiral he could potentially slip down, Cooper stretched his arms up high once again and released a soft groan as he felt a couple of much needed pops along his back. "...I could pick up some flowers before I..." he contemplated to himself - aloud, because there was far too much occupying his mind these days to stick to mental notes. Speaking things out loud tended to solidify them. Finishing the complete thought, that is, so there was no telling if he would recall the desire to pick up a bouquet of flowers before swinging by WADA or not...especially once he heard some one call over to him. Or ... well ... he assumed him since the area was quite empty currently. A voice familiar like a full moon on cloudless night and yet foreign like snow falling on a hot summer's day.

Slowly he straightened, his head rolling forwards until he was looking straight ahead to the torso, the face, of the person attached to the stylish shoes and long legs.

"...oh...wow..."

Would he have been devastated to know that she thought he sent the birthday cards out of obligation? That she thought he believed it was something he had to do, rather than wanted to? That if there was a possibility of a standing order for Owl Post birthday cards, he'd signed up to it?

That was how Florrie felt, even if she would never admit to it. Even if she pretended she was above it all.

She heard him mention flowers, and had to force herself not to arch a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Instead she waited for his gaze to fall on her, and then offered a smile. A smile that was trying to be her usual confident one, but a smile that also betrayed a slight nervousness. "Who are the flowers for?" she asked softly, kicking the leg that was crossed over the other.

07-10-2023, 07:23 PM	#43 (permalink)
Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,595 Hogwarts RPG Name: Reuben Albert Darcy-Stemp Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Billie Love Stemp Gryffindor Fifth Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie He would be...quite devastated to know, not to mention confirm an insecurity he had been fighting off for some time, that she did not count him never missing a birthday of hers via Owl Post. Well, save for her last birthday. He had finally given in to the embarrassment he felt over just the potential that it had all been one sided. He knew this was not true, but there was a layer of embarrassment laced with disappointment. To him, the quaffle was exclusively on her side of the pitch to do with what she wanted...and Cooper had made a promise to himself after spending an entire evening in a muggle police station that he would no longer chase after that which never wanted to be caught. So to speak. It was a metaphor in process. Unaware that this was a spiral he could potentially slip down, Cooper stretched his arms up high once again and released a soft groan as he felt a couple of much needed pops along his back. "...I could pick up some flowers before I..." he contemplated to himself - aloud, because there was far too much occupying his mind these days to stick to mental notes. Speaking things out loud tended to solidify them. Finishing the complete thought, that is, so there was no telling if he would recall the desire to pick up a bouquet of flowers before swinging by WADA or not...especially once he heard some one call over to him. Or ... well ... he assumed him since the area was quite empty currently. A voice familiar like a full moon on cloudless night and yet foreign like snow falling on a hot summer's day. Slowly he straightened, his head rolling forwards until he was looking straight ahead to the torso, the face, of the person attached to the stylish shoes and long legs. "...oh...wow..." Would he have been devastated to know that she thought he sent the birthday cards out of obligation? That she thought he believed it was something he had to do, rather than wanted to? That if there was a possibility of a standing order for Owl Post birthday cards, he'd signed up to it? That was how Florrie felt, even if she would never admit to it. Even if she pretended she was above it all. She heard him mention flowers, and had to force herself not to arch a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Instead she waited for his gaze to fall on her, and then offered a smile. A smile that was trying to be her usual confident one, but a smile that also betrayed a slight nervousness. "Who are the flowers for?" she asked softly, kicking the leg that was crossed over the other. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽