 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Naturally Dynah was clueless about the fact that her crush, Tam, was looking for her. If she was, she most certainly would not have been repeatedly digging her toes in the sand {which was very therapeutic, by the way} since even the most innocent of actions seemed to end in disaster when Tam was involved. Dy was just thinking about what she hoped to be eating for dinner when that pretty voice belonging to that particularly gorgeous girl cut through the air.
The Hufflepuff promptly burrowed her feet into the sand {because of course there had to be some stupid reaction} and suddenly a cry of pain escaped her mouth. This happened at the exact moment Tamara sat beside her but Dy’s focus was on her right foot. Pulling it from the sand, she saw that a small twig - probably from the beech tree - was embedded under the nail of her big toe.
Great.
Just great.
Why did she always have to have her stupid moments when Tamara was around? She squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe when she opened them, Tam wouldn’t be there; the Ravenclaw’s presence would have been just her imagination and she could work in peace to pull that twig out. Dy opened her eyes and looked around. Nope, Tamara was very much there. She tried to manage a smile but only succeeded in presenting a grimace. |