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Yes, straight to business it was. As much as she loathed rejection, she hated twiddling her thumbs and waiting around more. Patience was a fickle friend of Sage's, you see, and 100% of the quaffles not thrown did not make it through the hoops.
Both unaware and mostly unbothered by the small audience her and Solomon had amassed (though she could become more bothered by their rubbernecking depending on how this turned out), Sage's gaze fixated on Solomon with his insufferable and prolonged 'um'. Um...UM? Was he being for real right now with his hesitation? Was she, perhaps, more worried about rejection than she was letting on in the moment...no comment. "...you...guess?" Try again, Duck, because that response was getting a poor mark and required a serious revision.
And his revision was, well, better. Acceptable even. Especially once that dorky grin was in place.
"Obviously," she replied with a roll of the eyes but with a smile like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the Great Hall. That and, well, she forgot herself for a moment and removed her hand from her pocket to teasingly bop his nose with her finger. Only there was no finger. In fact, there were no fingers or even a hand to be seen but instead a hoof - the hoof of an Alpine ibex, to be precise. Sage was too relieved and delighted that they were on the same page and this hadn't been the one-sided schoolgirl crush distracting her for literal terms now to notice she had let the kneazle out of the bag about her magical mishap...er...ambidextrous training exha --- okay, okay you know what? FINE. Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. She must have placed the wrong emphasis on some wrong syllable somewhere in Amato Animo Animato Animagus, okay?
She was too enthralled by how much of an adorable dweeb he was presently to notice and, thankfully, the hoof was a soft bop and not one that would break it or otherwise cause his eyes to water from impact.
"Oh lovely. Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding and gravy," she hummed as she swung her leg over the bench and slid along it slightly to sit beside Solomon (her confirmed mutual crush and subject of interest for at least a summer romance) more properly. "Great, because I'm absolutely famished."
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