01-19-2010, 09:41 PM
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Doxy
Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Running from you
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Mara Filipa Neves First Year x1
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Originally Posted by VRSCIKA He noticed her avoiding his gaze and frowned. He wasn't certain that she would appreciate being overheard, so he switched back to Gaelic. "Really? Because you don't seem to thrilled about it." he said with a soft frown. " Why are you avoiding my eyes Lady Silver?" he implored. He thought that maybe referring to her by the nickname he gave her might make her more comfortable. He was very disappointed that she seemed to show such aversion to his gaze. "Well , what was suppose to happen was my reward for answering properly. I assume that you don't wish me to claim it in the middle of the Great Hall though. I would not disrespect you by just claiming it here." he stated calmly with a small smile of triumph. "And I still owe you your dues for two incorrect guesses, which I will gladly handle first." he winked, reminding her of their deal."So, shall we take this elsewhere?" he smiled. Art was skilled and cunning, but he wasn't a cheater if he made a deal. As long as he agreed with set rules, he wouldn't break them, otherwise he claimed all is fair and rules are meant to be broken. Ryan secretly thanked to the gods that Art had switched back to Gaelic, for the first time they had set a foot in Hogwarts. She raised her head to level up her eyes to his. "It's not that." she responded in that beautiful ancient language, an heritage they both shared. "I mean... it is and it is not. I'm just... notveryusedtotheesestuffs." she said, stuttering while she rushed the last bit, wondering if he would understand. Lady Silver. Again. "I wasn't avoiding your eyes." she said, doing it again. Yes, despite everything she had learned and also because of her dazzling looks, Ryan was terribly shy. Boys made her uncomfortable, even though they sometimes had quite interesting ideas.
She couldn't keep her hands quiet. He made her nervous that the mention to his reward only made her even more embarassed. "YOu mean... the kiss?" she asked in a very low whisper. Dues? the blond girl frowned, confused. "What dues?" she asked, reviewing their previous conversation.
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