 Joseypussycat Unicorn Magic Rawr-er
Gem's eyes were slightly unfocused as her eyes darted left, right, up, down, inspecting him for any potential serious injury or boo boo. She saw none, and pale petal lips pursed in a smile, glad that though she had blundered, no one was hurt. She hated causing harm to others, absolutely detested it, and yet, everyone ended up with a mark of some sort for her clumsiness. Like last year, Henry the shoe had flown across the carriage and smacked Vannie in her forehead, dead center. Or even the other day, in The Street, with Keith. However, without her absent mindedness, the Ravnclaw wouldn't truly get to experience herself, the realistic daydreams of singing tea kettles and off beat thoughts of dancing spoons. She disliked her clutziness, but loved thinking. Somehow, Gemma couldn't be both reflective and graceful simultaneously. She beamed up at him, little head craned to look at Jean Raoul, and had the sudden impression of standing under a great, tall beech. He seemed to move in the wind, she could even imagine little birds and squirrels roaming in his arms, triggering a happy giggle. As he sat down she scooched over to make room, holding the pouch that cradled her duck egg carefully as not to jostle it. "Comfy, Eggie?" She cooed before returning her attention to her neighbor. "Jean Raoul Devereux," she repeated, high pitched, breathy and British voice altering the name slightly. "I'm Gem! Gem Jewels! Like Gemma or like a gem... Amethyst, emerald, opal... Opal! What a charming name. I'd love to name someone Opal. I have a pen named Crystal but Opal..." the Sixth Year babbled.
__________________ {{There's only two types of guys out there; Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared}}
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
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