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Lara_the_Firelady 
''Nice'' Josh smiled at her directly gazing at her eyes. ''Sure, i'm on it'' he piecked up the flowers from the desk and examined them first. Agrimony : Thankfullness, Bells of Ireland 'pretty ones' : luck and yellow rose : friendship, dying love, jealousy, infidelity 'Hmm sad'. ''Can you give me a moment?'' he asked kindly and pretended to examine the flowers more sniffing them 'She chose yellow flowers. Is yellow your favourite color honey? I bet it is'' ''Well..dear Abigail. You are mostly content with your life, are not you? But there are things that you worry...well...not worry, let's say things that you are not sure of and that kinda scares you a little. You need to trust yourself more, i say'' he took a deep breath wondering if his guesses were right ''Anyway looks like your's a faithful friend and you value friendship a lot. Don't worry about your current state though, you'll find a nice friend who can understand you and your ideas of being friends, someone who values friendship as much as you do. That's how your luck will find you.'' he sighed his mind was closed again for some reason locked with many thoughts at one time ''I'm sorry. That's all i can say for the time being'' he smiled at her again. He wanted to say more, there was more. Where did they go?
Abigail shivered this guy was starting to freak her out, what with all the eye gazing. She had a feeling he was a complete fake, pretending to be friendly when he really wasn’t. Then again she could just be reading into it too much.
She listened carefully to his interpretation of her tussie mussie, and was slightly impressed. Although he put allot more though into it than she had.
“Well I suppose that’s right.” She admitted.
“I’m content at the minute and I’ll always have worries, but they don’t scare me. I do value friendship, but I’m not looking for luck. And I have friend’s thanks I don’t need to wait for more.” She gave a small sigh
“What I meant was...I’m thankful and lucky to have met so many nice people who have become my friends since arriving here.”
Reaching over she took the flowers out of his hands and scrunched her nose up as she looked at them.
“It’s a shame there yellow...I hate yellow! Which of course makes being a Hufflepuff a tad difficult, all this yellow.” She flicked her tie.
“Three points by the way.” she smiled and leaned back in her chair waiting for his tussie mussie.