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Hermione_loves_Ron · 07-25-2009, 11:16 PM

This was not Willow.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! Willow would never, EVER ride on a boy's back and she wouldn't be sitting there, holding onto his naked back and complimenting Issy's hair. Her voice sounded awkward, like she was trying to avoid the topic she knew Issy wanted to pursue, and this was probably very right, for Willow was not stupid and surely she knew what was going on in Issy's poor mind.

Staring at this scene for a moment, Issy shook her head.

"Where is Willow?" she asked in a flat, deadbeat voice that surely, SURELY voiced how weirded out she was by this situation. Plymouth wasn't wearing a shirt, for Merlin's sake!

Her arms folded over her chest.

"No, Willow, you've never complimented my hair. Or eyes before. And... I've never seen you willingly touch someone when they were not in need of it." Her voice dropped, losing the accusatory tone. "Are you okay, Willow? Because..." Helplessly, she grappled the air, as if she could find the proper words there.

She couldn't mention the loss.

Or Hufflepuffs.

Or that she'd clearly lost her mind.

Treading such topics could be enough to tip off the time bomb that Willow surely was right now.

Glancing away, still in search of the right phrases, Issy's eyes scanned the tent, landing on that Hufflepuff seeker and her eyes narrowed. Hmph. Show off. Bragging like that. Where were the Claws to peck him away.

Her attention came back to the piggy-back duo when Plymouth responded.

"It's very lovely... Plymouth," Issy finally said, offering the boy what she hoped was a friendly smile, but was probably tight lipped.

Her stomach felt weird. Willow acting out-of-character made her nervous and Plymouth treating her like one of those girls in his Fan Club was just as weird, if not more.

07-25-2009, 11:16 PM	#26 (permalink)
Hermione_loves_Ron Hungarian Horntail Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Saffron City Posts: 69,656 Hogwarts RPG Name: November {Noe} Franze First Year	Brain Twin \| MASTAH ASHURRII \| Reisdent PokeNerd \| Digifangirl This was not Willow. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Willow would never, EVER ride on a boy's back and she wouldn't be sitting there, holding onto his naked back and complimenting Issy's hair. Her voice sounded awkward, like she was trying to avoid the topic she knew Issy wanted to pursue, and this was probably very right, for Willow was not stupid and surely she knew what was going on in Issy's poor mind. Staring at this scene for a moment, Issy shook her head. "Where is Willow?" she asked in a flat, deadbeat voice that surely, SURELY voiced how weirded out she was by this situation. Plymouth wasn't wearing a shirt, for Merlin's sake! Her arms folded over her chest. "No, Willow, you've never complimented my hair. Or eyes before. And... I've never seen you willingly touch someone when they were not in need of it." Her voice dropped, losing the accusatory tone. "Are you okay, Willow? Because..." Helplessly, she grappled the air, as if she could find the proper words there. She couldn't mention the loss. Or Hufflepuffs. Or that she'd clearly lost her mind. Treading such topics could be enough to tip off the time bomb that Willow surely was right now. Glancing away, still in search of the right phrases, Issy's eyes scanned the tent, landing on that Hufflepuff seeker and her eyes narrowed. Hmph. Show off. Bragging like that. Where were the Claws to peck him away. Her attention came back to the piggy-back duo when Plymouth responded. "It's very lovely... Plymouth," Issy finally said, offering the boy what she hoped was a friendly smile, but was probably tight lipped. Her stomach felt weird. Willow acting out-of-character made her nervous and Plymouth treating her like one of those girls in his Fan Club was just as weird, if not more. __________________ 'Cause out of all the people I've known, the places I've been, the songs that I have sung, The wonders I've seen, now that the dreams are all coming true, who is the one that leads me on through? TUNE IN! POTTERWATCH && BOOKCLUB