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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Ezra Hensley
Gryffindor Seventh Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Florence Schultz
Slytherin Fourth Year
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Text Cut: Anna Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 
As much as she knew she ought to be practical with her assessment of colorization, it was a lot more amusing to think of dinosaurs in every shade of fantastical color and pattern. A long neck in neon fuschia and orange plaid with some milky white accents, T-Rex’s with dark ebony feathers that glistened like an iridescent rainbow in the sunlight…her adoration of color could indulge in her imagination for all of eternity and never grow tired howeeeeveeeer if she really did love all the colors of the wind as she believed she did then shouldn’t she also love dinosaurs for their more plausible colorings as well? Her compassion felt as though it had come to a weary sort of impasse - guilt for wishing dinosaurs were more fanciful than they likely were and disrespecting their legacy being that big ol’ boulder that had rolled onto her toe specifically - but was soon distracted by Ezra blessedly bringing her attention back to the present conversation and specifically the book that was in her bag.
“Oh yeah! I did bring such a book with me, speaking of,” she hummed before gently uncoiling herself slightly from his arm and fingers so she could roll towards her bag and pull it closer. All this did mean, unfortunately but necessarily, that she needed to sit up and turn her attention away entirely from the sky in favor of leafing through the library book. “We can check for both though. So we are nice and thorough in our investigation and analysis.” And if one of those was a bad omen then they could disregard it because the majesty of the sights they saw together surely would not manifest a negative outcome.
“Oh…well…” she mumbled as she suddenly wasn’t too sure what words to use. Things tended to go more smoothly when she did not put a ton of thought into what she was going to say - that very lesson in question being a pretty darn tootin good example of this exact sentiment - so perhaps she should just out with it. “During History of Magic…and the debate and all. I think my enthusiasm in speaking for the side the professor assigned me to ended up upsetting a few people… hurting their enthusiasm… and I noticed that you seemed especially gloomy but your dark rain clouds were gathering pretty much as you entered the classroom or maybe even before. So maybe it wasn’t my debating skills that had upset you and something else but…the forlorn look in your eyes and then how you seemingly were avoiding looking at me during class well…I can’t help but shake the feeling that I DID do something to upset you and I rather dislike the thought that I have unknowingly upset you because if I did, in fact, do something that hurt you and I don’t know what it is then I might do it again and that too makes my stomach all tie up in knots and…well…suppose I am making this more about me than you now, which is very counterintuitive to my intention and…well…” Needing to take a breath as she rambled on, Anna paused here and turned the book jelly side down on her lap to hold her place and swiveled a bit so she was facing him properly AND so she could look him directly in the eyes while she spoke perhaps the most vital part of her whole inquiry. “…are you okay, Ezra? If you’re not… or we’re not…or there is something that has been haunting your thoughts or anything…I just want you to know… or remind you maybe…that I will always make time to listen.” And there was another, softer and perhaps even a bit timid, pause while she reached forward to brush a bit of hair away from his eyes with just the tips of her fingers. “You’re someone really important and special to me, okay? So like...you know...seeing you distraught and a little, or a LOT, less Sir Daziling Grin Ezra of the Cloudchasers-y was a rather alarming...”
ESPECIALLY if she had something to do with the state he had been in. Then it was horrifying!
Oh, great, she'd brought the book! Now they didn't have to wonder what a particular shape might mean. Ezra didn't really put a lot of weight into these things, but it was still a fun thought exercise. And he was actually curious to see if they included dinosaurs. It seemed like such an obvious thing to include - who didn't like dinosaurs? - but that was no guarantee. So then it would be interesting to see what the closest thing to it would be. Maybe they'd end up looking up giraffes too after all.
"Sounds good to me," he said, pushing himself up into a sitting position as well. He shuffled a little closer so that he could look at the pages as she flipped through them without crowding her too much.
It also helped to focus on the pages as she continued because...because, yep, it was about that History of Magic lesson. But even though his eyes were on the book, he was far more focused on listening than on whatever was on the pages.
It surprised him that she had noticed all of that. Maybe he wasn't as subtle as he thought he was, or maybe it was just because she really was that kind and thoughtful. That second one didn't really surprise him though. It was one of the things he admired about her. But for anyone to pay that much attention to him of all people? There was...something really nice about that.
But that feeling was swiftly overtaken by a much less pleasant feeling, his insides twisting into knots because of the knowledge that his actions had upset her. And that feeling amplified when she turned the book over, causing him to look up and meet her gaze. His face grew warm, though whether it was because of her words or the soft touch of her fingers or his own guilty feelings, it was difficult to say.
Merlin, he really was an idiot.
"I..." He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. He reached for her hand that had brushed the hair out of his eyes, to hold it gently in his own. "You didn't do anything wrong." That much, at least, Ezra was certain of, and he wanted to make sure she knew that. He had realized that when thinking about the lesson later on. Even if he couldn't identify why he'd been so affected by her close proximity to Solomon in that lesson, it didn't mean that it was wrong for her to be. They were friends, so it made sense. It shouldn't have bothered him at all.
But because he didn't know how to explain the reason for it, he wasn't keen to explain any of it. He was convinced that if he tried it would come across weird or make things awkward.
"And I'm really sorry for making you feel bad. I think I just...I was having an off day. Thinking about the OWL exams and...stuff, sometimes it gives me a headache. Not bad enough to see the Healer, but enough so that lesson got kinda...overwhelming." These things were mostly true, even if thoughts of the OWLs hadn't really crossed his mind that day. "So I guess I thought it was better for me to sit by myself. It looked like you had a partner anyway, so..." Er, wait, that second part wasn't supposed to be said out loud. "...so you had someone to work with if there was group work, which was good." Good save, Hensley??? "So...yeah. I dunno, it was a weird day for me. But I'm okay now."
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