 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
While she would be surprised at her face being called nice, she certainly would have been pleased at both that compliment and the fact her attitude towards others was seen as kind too. She WANTED to be kind and strived to be so, not just with people she wanted to be her friend or whom already were, but with everyone. It was nice if that did come across and she could make others feel decent - she often was worried her shyness got too much in the way of that goal.
“I think that’s true. I don’t know that anything hurts as much as stubbing a pinky toe on furniture.” Which was overall a very small happening, but it hurt for eons after. So she imagined this somewhat similar injury would feel the same way. “Let me know if it hurts more and I can help you up to Professor Feirgrund. Okay?” She didn’t want her to have to sit in a ton of pain and discomfort, especially not for an extended period.
She had been a little sad at the hand moving away, but she brightened again when Dynah took it back. She didn’t know why it made her as happy as it did, but it did and she gave a small squeeze to show that. Friends COULD hold hands as far as she thought, not that she had a ton of experience however. “I was looking for you! I picked up a book of duets over the summer for us to look through!” She reached for her bag with her free hand, pulling it out to present to the Hufflepuff.
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