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noodles · 01-24-2010, 02:07 AM

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Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd

Just as she was picking up the piece of paper, Miranda didn't hear a response until she stood straight again. And well, she didn't need to see the person to know who it was. Her jaw dropped a little as she looked up at the giant. "H-hi Oliver." There was that silence again, but not the sad kind, more akward than tense. Her eyes fell on whatever it was that he was holding and she bit her lower lip. Well...he was going to the Hog's Head. "How are you?" She asked, trying to give him a little smile. But she wasn't sure she should even be standing here and talking to him. The last time they had said bye, Oliver had been the one to walk away first. Right?

But if he didn't want to talk, he could just tell her. Like he had done the other day. Only, hopefully, not as harsh. "You got a voucher too... What, uh, freebie did you get?" Please don't shout at me...

What were the chances, eh? Of all the people who could have bumped into him... But he wasn't sorry to see her. More sort of melancholy. Because of, not the argument, but what he had said to her before he walked her back to the school.

He looked down at her, a frown of pain on his face and the awkward silence wasn't helping the situation at all. Miranda's question broke the silence and he attempted to smooth out his expression, but failed. He was going to give himself a headache with all this... frowning. “I'm... you know.” He said softly. “I can't complain.” A dismissive shrug of the shoulder. “And yourself? You got warmed up in your common room?” Inane small talk. It seemed wrong given what had happened at the lake between them.

But he didn't want to walk away. Miranda – well, she was special. Not like anyone he had met before because she didn't stand for the crap he dished out... and she had that sweet Hufflepuff nature. He looked at the voucher in his hand. “Ur.. butterbeer. What about you?” A hand reached up and he scratched the back of his head in an awkward fashion. A rare nervous gesture from this over-confident boy. “Do you... I mean.. do you fancy joining me? I could use the company.” He gave her a weak yet genuine smile and prepared himself for her negative reply.

01-24-2010, 02:07 AM	#135 (permalink)
noodles Hinkypunk Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: hiss Posts: 12,260 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rowan Fairfax Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ezra Greenwood Ravenclaw Fifth Year x2	Squishes you <3 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd Just as she was picking up the piece of paper, Miranda didn't hear a response until she stood straight again. And well, she didn't need to see the person to know who it was. Her jaw dropped a little as she looked up at the giant. "H-hi Oliver." There was that silence again, but not the sad kind, more akward than tense. Her eyes fell on whatever it was that he was holding and she bit her lower lip. Well...he was going to the Hog's Head. "How are you?" She asked, trying to give him a little smile. But she wasn't sure she should even be standing here and talking to him. The last time they had said bye, Oliver had been the one to walk away first. Right? But if he didn't want to talk, he could just tell her. Like he had done the other day. Only, hopefully, not as harsh. "You got a voucher too... What, uh, freebie did you get?" Please don't shout at me... What were the chances, eh? Of all the people who could have bumped into him... But he wasn't sorry to see her. More sort of melancholy. Because of, not the argument, but what he had said to her before he walked her back to the school. He looked down at her, a frown of pain on his face and the awkward silence wasn't helping the situation at all. Miranda's question broke the silence and he attempted to smooth out his expression, but failed. He was going to give himself a headache with all this... frowning. “I'm... you know.” He said softly. “I can't complain.” A dismissive shrug of the shoulder. “And yourself? You got warmed up in your common room?” Inane small talk. It seemed wrong given what had happened at the lake between them. But he didn't want to walk away. Miranda – well, she was special. Not like anyone he had met before because she didn't stand for the crap he dished out... and she had that sweet Hufflepuff nature. He looked at the voucher in his hand. “Ur.. butterbeer. What about you?” A hand reached up and he scratched the back of his head in an awkward fashion. A rare nervous gesture from this over-confident boy. “Do you... I mean.. do you fancy joining me? I could use the company.” He gave her a weak yet genuine smile and prepared himself for her negative reply. __________________