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noodles · 01-25-2010, 08:26 PM

SPOILER!!: Awwww *huggles*

Oliver's weak smile grew a little when Miranda said it was ok. He pulled back his hood and looked at her as she apologised. “It's alright. I think maybe yesterday I subconsciously wanted to get you back for it but...” he smiled broadly and shrugged. But, hang on... she burned his robe? Blink. BURNED IT!? Blink, blink. Oh gawd. He couldn't help gawking her for a moment like she was, well... mad. But he couldn't really say anything, could he? Or could he? No – course he couldn't! Not when they had just patched things up or he'd risk driving her away again. And he certainly didn't want that. He supposed, in a way, he deserved it for what he had done... and said. His dad was going to go berserk mind you, because he always did when Oliver 'failed' him 'yet again'. 'You are no son of mine' – Oliver could just hear him now. What a melodramatic idiot Emmanuel was. A new robe was like peanuts to the man he was so loaded. He smirked at Miranda because of both the robe burning and the vision of his pompous father. “You are one crazy badger, Miranda.” He teased her lightly and elbowed her. “...But I like it. ...Never change.”

“C'mon.” He reached out for her hand, giving it a little squeeze and started towards the Hogs Head. “This place looks kinda creepy.” He muttered. But it would be nice to sit and relax and talk without any conflict. Oliver was going to make an effort from now on not to provoke Miranda. It was gong to be a hard feat... but he would try.

01-25-2010, 08:26 PM	#162 (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	Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! SPOILER!!: Awwww huggles Quote: Originally Posted by Luna Laufghudd She couldn't hear any footsteps, which probably meant he was already gone. Gone and Miranda was most likely not going to see him soon, except at classes. Ugh, what a stupid mess! But then she heard his voice behind her and she turned in surprise. He hadn't left. Though, his question was one that she couldn't answer. She kept her eyes on him and ofcourse knew that he couldn't change who he was. Because...it wouldn't be him. Miranda flinched slightly as he repeated the words she had said that day, and it dawned on her how he must've been hurt by that. Yeah, she remembered how he had looked by the lake, and commentating on how he 'had been called worse'. But he didn't deserve worse. Obnoxious he had seemed to her, but she was slowly learning that it was just his way... and the joking was just not something she was used to. What he had said... Yeah, that had really brought her down, and she guesses she hadn't forgiven him for it yet. But he was sorry, that she could see, and it was all Miranda wanted to know - because deep down, she was still doubting. She had trusted him and it went away. But, he couldn't possibly be that mean, she did know that. If he had been, he wouldn't be standing here wanting to patch things up. She swallowed, hoping her voice wasn't going to sound strained. "It's okay... " she shrugged and smiled weakly. "I am sorry for calling you...that." She took a step towards him. "And sorry about your robe. I sort of burned it up..." A drink. Yes, she really wanted that. She was about to reply when the chocolate came up and she couldn't help but chuckle and smile tiredly at Oliver. "That sounds...really good. Yes." She smiled more brightly now and was happy they'd be able to sit and talk. And hopefully, not argue. But everything would be fine now, right? Oliver's weak smile grew a little when Miranda said it was ok. He pulled back his hood and looked at her as she apologised. “It's alright. I think maybe yesterday I subconsciously wanted to get you back for it but...” he smiled broadly and shrugged. But, hang on... she burned his robe? Blink. BURNED IT!? Blink, blink. Oh gawd. He couldn't help gawking her for a moment like she was, well... mad. But he couldn't really say anything, could he? Or could he? No – course he couldn't! Not when they had just patched things up or he'd risk driving her away again. And he certainly didn't want that. He supposed, in a way, he deserved it for what he had done... and said. His dad was going to go berserk mind you, because he always did when Oliver 'failed' him 'yet again'. 'You are no son of mine' – Oliver could just hear him now. What a melodramatic idiot Emmanuel was. A new robe was like peanuts to the man he was so loaded. He smirked at Miranda because of both the robe burning and the vision of his pompous father. “You are one crazy badger, Miranda.” He teased her lightly and elbowed her. “...But I like it. ...Never change.” “C'mon.” He reached out for her hand, giving it a little squeeze and started towards the Hogs Head. “This place looks kinda creepy.” He muttered. But it would be nice to sit and relax and talk without any conflict. Oliver was going to make an effort from now on not to provoke Miranda. It was gong to be a hard feat... but he would try. __________________