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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. A tiny hand reached up to her earlobe and tugged on it. She could go with this, or she could continue feeling weird. And, much as she wanted to shake the weird feeling, going with it felt too... egh. The sensation was impossible to describe. Taking a deep breath, Issy filled her lungs with air and let it wooosh out softly.
"You don't even know his naaame?" she asked, eyes widened, stunned.
Nibbling on her lower lip, Issy continued to survey the two, but her eyes stayed mostly on Willow. Her speech had a frantic nature to it, as if it was evading the topic, the match, the Willow she really was. She sounded guilty, like a child. Upset? That awkward tone remained and Issy felt almost as if she was trying to shy away... from her? From here? From the real Willow?
"Yes, Willow. I do remember when I played beater," said Issy, feeling much as if she was explaining something to a child. To a high strung child. That's it! She sounded high-strung! "But... I don't think I can stomach any cake right now. Perhaps you ought to wait a bit before you ingest any, also." As if all that sugar would be any kind of a help to Willow's already frazzled behavior. Quote:
Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz 
"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.
"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.
Plymouth was being... very Plymouth. Loud and hyper and happy and all that stuff everyone loved him for, except right now, it was kind of bothering Issy. Perhaps this was only because she was already rather irritated. Irritated wasn't really the word - she was just concerned about Willow and this... she was behaving so irrationally, so unpredictably, so un-Willow-y that Issy didn't recognize this girl.
Was that it?
Was Issy... jealous? Feeling left out? Left behind? Worried? Upset? Concerned? Scared? Put off?
Plymouth was running around in circles with Willow and Issy did feel a tinge of jealousy. Hugging Willow was a precarious action because she was so very against hugging and out of nowhere, she was perfectly willing to cling to a naked torso? Too weird, too weird.
Her head tipped curiously. Was Plymouth complimenting her... or Willow? How very confusing this boy was. And all the girls with hormones wanted him on their arm? Dazedly, she offered up a real smile for Plymouth, resembling for a second her usual bright and happy and adorable self, before the worry set to Issy's eyes again.
"Ehm... thank you, Plymouth."
He DID compliment her... right? Ag! What if he hadn't... how embaaaarasssiiing!
How strange that Willow was even putting up with this! Issy felt... weird. Quote:
Originally Posted by dingDong A celebration tent? OOOH CELEBRATION. And he heard there were cakes! Yummy, he was huuuungraaaaaay from watching all the Quidditch. Beh, he should've brought at least chocolate. He set his foot into the tent and his eyes first set onto ... well... WILLOW, and the blue dood she was piggy-backing on. Wait, whut? That wasn't possible. Hmm. NO WAY. She probably had a twin sister and she never even told him! Then again, she was wearing her Quidditch outfit.
This could mean only one thing... SHE MUST'VE BROKE UP WITH DOM (he seeeeeriously thought they were going out). Ah it all fit! Willow, angry that the Huffies won, broke up with the Dominator, thus causing her to finally realize that ... wait it was that Plymouth dood? He didn't know the guy. The guy was a stranger to him. This meant moar danger.
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut at least she was happy, RIGHT??
"Willow, you LOOK AWESOME," he said and clapped his hands wildly, "Heh, I'm glad you two are laik togetherrrrrr." He made his way to DrownerWoman aka Issy and whispered into her ears, yet a little loud enough for Willow to hear. "Pssst, don't they make a good couple??" WELL AS LONG AS IT WASN'T DOM, he was FUIIINE with it!
He stared at the Slytherin cake. Ugh. He looked away from it. It only reminded him of his utter failure as Seeker. OH dear! Cam! Instantly, Issy's cheeks were red. She hadn't gotten to apologize for the other night. When the Headmaster had them get out of the pool, they all hustled off and she'd not had a chance to tell him she was sorry for dragging him into the pool with her and nearly drowning him. Poor thing! HE WAS JUST A CHILD! Ag. And she an almost-murdered. Her stomach churned.
Before she had a chance, though, the kid was spouting off about Plymouth and Willow being together and Issy's round eyes widened further, her brows shooting into her fringe.
"Er... together?" She blinked and suddenly, the boy was whispering in her ear. (How sad that she was short enough for him to do that!) Again, she blinked and eyed the boy.
"Cam," she replied clearly. "Willow and Plymouth are NOT together."
And then the thought occurred to her. What if they WERE? WHAT IF THIS WAS AN ACT OF REVENGE! Clearly, a particular Hufflepuff was on Willow's Diss-List and maybe this was her way of making him feel sorry? Especially after his House had stolen her victory?
Turning to Plymouth and Willow, eyes still wide and brows arched high, she asked pointedly "ARE YOU?"
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