 be curious, not judgmental
Becca groaned. Before she could make a run for the door, the two had nearly tackled her to the ground in a hug. Well, it was more Celandine's impact that almost knocked her over. Luckily, Becca was a beast at soccer and could handle the intensity of it all. The twirling was a bit over the top, but... she was close to Plymouth. And he was lifting her off the ground. For a split second, she felt like they were the only two people in the room. It was one of those moments in movies where the slow music plays, light shines on the two people, and they smile at each other lovingly.
But, of course, reality struck when Plymouth put them down, and he asked the girls what they wanted to do. "I..." she began, glancing at Cela before returning her gaze to the handsome older Ravenclaw, "would love to witness your killer dance moves again. But if you are too tired or you two would like to go off and, err, be alone..." She shrugged. "Whatever you guys want." Personally, Becca just loved being in such a familiar room, despite how the atmosphere was a bit different. The absence of the crazy woman was very noticeable to those who had been in the room in previous terms.
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