 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Maybe someday Dynah would be able to tell Tam most of the things she wanted to say: about her being beautiful in face and in personality, that her shyness made her adorable, and most of all that Dynah had a huge crush on her. Someday. Maybe.
“I think,” Dy remarked, smiling slightly. “You’ve found the perfect example. My toe was on par with that level of pain but…” Here, she wiggled the offending toe. “It’s better already. Must be the magic in your hand.” The words had slipped out of her mouth before they could be bitten away, and it was too late to take them back. Obviously. “I mean, the way you plucked the twig out did not do any more harm.” Merlin! Why did her cheeks have to go pink now? The Hufflepuff felt a combination of awkward and foolish. Surely Tam would think of her awkwardness as stupid?
And now the third year was confused. Or maybe she was misreading the happiness registered on Tamara’s face? It couldn’t have had anything to do with them holding hands, she thought. The only logical explanation was that Tam was happy the topic of music had finally come around. Even Dy was intrigued, however. Making more music with the girl who’s hand sat snugly in hers? Yes, please! “Excellent!” Already she was examining the contents of the book with one hand. “We should pick our favourites, if any, to start with. What do you think?” |