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Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Third Year x10 x1
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Originally Posted by Deezerz Unlike Alfie’s comfy looking clothes, Yulietta’s were made just for her frame. Everything tailored to her every inch. Don’t get her wrong, her clothes were top of the line and comfortable, made to fit right, but…that was sort of the problem. Sometimes the fabric touched too much. She couldn’t explain it, really. She would rather wear oversized sweaters and comfy pants, but she was much too shy and too grateful to voice that out to her aunt. Her aunt whom went all out for her wardrobe. Imagine complaining because something fit so right? That'd be ungrateful of her.
Tugging at her own sleeves, trying to stretch them out, she gave up when they receded back to where her palm and wrist met.
It made her silly happy hearing him use the words she’s said. It made her feel seen in a strange way. “I…tink,” she repeated, nodding in understanding. “Way…wa…why?” Yes. That’s the word! “Why tink?” She was biased when it came to plants, so even without exploring more of what the castle had to offer, she was certain this would be her all time favorite. But she was curious about Alfie.
Even more so when he started with charades. Head tilting, she took in his movements.
Himself?
Shakes his head. No?
Walking?
The edible plants? ”No…like?” she asked, pointing at the area. Then looked at the other mint leaves in her hand and sloooowly hid them behind her back. Why? She didn’t know. She just thought that if he didn’t like the edible plants and she had some in her hand, he might not like her.
Thank you, anxiety. Much appreciated. Why... Why think? "I-" The question made him pause with uncertainty. "I-" Again he pulled at his sleeves, making the limp arms of his jumper look rather comical. "I don't know," he admitted finally, feeling embarrassed for his lack of answer. "I haven't seen everything yet." He felt lost, not knowing how to mime this and upset with himself for not being able to mime it.
Which made what happened next his worst nightmare. "No, I-" Um. "I do like," his panic palpable as he moved his hands around. "I mean, not no," he swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed by his own actions.
Dear Merlin. "I..." Not knowing how to make this any better, he slipped his backpack strap off his shoulder and began rummaging through his bag, which really didn't take long as his backpack only contained one item: a plain notebook, stuffed with contents.
He opened it flat, and held it out as a last ditch effort to explain himself. On the page, there were a few pressed petals, labeled with a date, species, and location. His flower journal. Well, plant journal. There were more than just flowers in here. It was something his gran had gifted him, the very first pages used for observations he made in her greenhouse. He liked it here very much. And he was sure he'd like it over there, in that other section too. See?
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