 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Tam was so nice, not just in face. Dynah was reminded of this fact as the other girl levelled up to get the task done. She actually wanted to say something of the nature of her thoughts but the words just got lodged in her throat. And you know what? Dynah hated herself for that.
Sadly, that negative feeling did not pass even as she sat there wiggling her toes and becoming highly aware of how much she liked holding hands with Tamara. Could this moment not pass? “A little. It’s the smaller injuries that hurt the most, I think.” It was like when her fingers hurt from hours of practicing her violin; the strings left tiny cuts on her fingers that stung so badly one would have thought that the strings had cut deep into her flesh. “But don’t worry, it’ll pass.” Dy smiled brightly in reassurance.
Another reason to dislike herself? She had extracted her hand from the Ravenclaw’s. See, Dy always had her invisible walls up since she couldn’t be sure that Tamara LIKED her. Ask in LIKE LIKE. The Hufflepuff was just trying to protect herself but at that moment? She decided to risk it all by sliding her hand back into Tam’s. Friends can hold hands too. “So, you were looking for me? Is that what brought you out here?” |