| Diricawl
Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Throne.
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Zahra Kettleburn
Seventh Year |  Inside Kitty | HIT ENTER | UNO Queen
SPOILER!!: I dont like stretching the page? Quote:
Originally Posted by Hermione_loves_Ron  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.
"Willow's RIGHT HERE!" Plymouth said, far too loudly. He was just... loud. "WILLOW WILLOW WILLOW!" Why wasn't everyone cheering? He shimmied around so that she'd shake on his back. "Hehe!"
Plymouth shut up long enough to listen to the Issy compliments, then he nodded along, "Mmhmmm. Very pretty. I like 'em, too." Nodnodnod.
SPOILER!!: hello, i'm anal Quote:
Originally Posted by Oesed Hearing What's-his-name (That's the Hufflepuff seeker to you) chant around about Hufflepuff winning, Willow closed her eyes and repeatedly told herself that losing the championship was NOT the end of the world, that she had another term as captain (IF Vindictus didn't fire her, that is) in which they could win, and to simply tune out the little brat.
Yes, she was just going to focus on what was going on with her.
Which was Pablo Morgan licking from one of the slices of cake she was still holding.
. . . . . . .
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
"You have icing in your nose, Payton." Because pointing that out was clearly the most important thing right now. "Also, you should - no, you have to put me down." Willow was NOT planning to witness another tongue exposure again. Nope, nope, nope. Especially when it had been so close to her hand! Think about all the GERMS!
Besides, she was a princess, not a queen; that was her mum's job, to be the queen, but she was long gone.
Oh, drat. What with watching Plymouth practically eat from her hand, Willow had almost forgotten that ISSY had witnessed the whole thing.
Shoot, shoot, shoot.
"Willow is right here, Issy." She nodded. TOTALLY. Pfft. "She's just ... " Sad? Disappointed? Depressed? Mad because her plan wasn't going as PLANNED? "Do you want cake? It's good! And it's shaped like a beater's bat! Remember when you played beater?" She was CHANGING the topic, of course, because suddenly, under Issy's stare, Willow felt like a child being scolded by her father.
"Who's Payton?" Plymouth did another full circle to see who had icing on their nose. Errrr? Hm. Maybe Willow had had too much sun and exhilaration for one day. Good thing she had a Plymouth to haul her around, right? Right!
... oh. Wrong. Okay. "As you wish, Willy." Plymouth bent at the knees so that Willow's feet could easily touch the ground. "That'll be ... 4 knuts. Or a piece of cake and a hug. Hehe." So? Plymouth didn't get to hug Cela when she got hurt, okay? HE WAS NEEDY. He stayed stooping and let Willow shimmy off his back when she was ready to. |