 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The only times the name ‘Dynah’ and the word ‘quiet’ could be used quite truthfully in a sentence was if said sentence happened to be: Dynah isn’t quiet. Tam may think she was reserved but she was far from so. There was just something about the Ravenclaw that made her fall into silence a lot; it had nothing to do with being uncomfortable. If anything, Dy spent a lot of the time when they were together thinking: ‘I can’t believe she wants to talk to me!’ or ‘How is she SO pretty!’ or ‘Gosh, I like her a lot!’; otherwise, her brain would be scrambled due to Tamara’s presence.
Congrats, Tamara Bowen! You succeeded in changing Dynah’s personality completely at times!
The Hufflepuff was completely oblivious to her friend’s sudden nervousness. The intense blushing, for the moment, was not noticed as her gaze was on the pages before her. “That’s okay. We can give this one a go and if you don’t like it, we can switch to something else.” Dynah was rather patient and would not mind playing pieces that Tam was comfortable with or moving along at a pace Tam was happy with when it came to learning new genres. Genres - this was what the third year was thinking about then suddenly she could not think at all.
Tam was LEANING against her!!!
Dynah didn’t think she would be able to keep it together and she might end up fainting. However, she forced herself to not appear any more silly than she had today so she just focused on her breathing before turning to Tam. “Sure I can do-” Only now was the deeper shade of red noticed. Sadly, it took a backseat to a new fact: their faces were incredibly close.
Excuse Dy while she stared. |