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PattyH. · 06-04-2010, 03:46 AM

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Originally Posted by individual

People went to other people's funerals? Well that was definitely news for her. "Well I guess it depends on the person. I know there are probably a lot of people who can only dream of traveling, but I see what you mean." And if their home wasn't filled with people who loved you? Then traveling was the next best thing!

Smiling as he said he would stay, so he wouldn't upset her, it faltered in the next split moment. Almost like slow motion, she could see his hand raise and enter the outer boundary of her personal bubble, and in a blink of an eye, it broke through to the inner layer, and finally, made a crash landing on her...nose? What in the world? A few seconds later as she stared wide eyed at him for a moment, she found her hand had already been reaching towards her wand out of instinct.

No, no, don't do that. He didn't do anything. She just...needed to wash her nose thoroughly before doing anything else that day. "Soo..." she started, glancing once more at the suit of armor as if it were planning to fall again, before taking a tiny step away from it and Patroclus. "Just in case things don't work out though, when..." did he want to cook? That sounded lame, even coming from her. "This cooking thing..."

Hopefully he understood what she was trying to ask.

Oh No. He had ruined everything. Patroclus watched as Evelyn took the smallest step away from him, the tiniest in reality but a huge step in their blossoming friendship. He knew he had been silly to do it; he berated himself on the inside for his stupidity. He had moved too fast, and was now he was afraid she would freak out and run.

However Evelyn threw him a life raft. By asking for a date and time for the Mexican Feast, she was letting him know that there was still hope. And for that Patroclus was eternally grateful. “Well I can be free whenever you want it,” He smiled at her, a smile pleading for forgiveness, “I am sure that you will have to figure out a time when you can slip away from your friends, without raising suspicion, They may find your meeting with a Gryffindor a little peculiar.” Having only glimpsed the ways of Evelyn’s close group, he could not gage whether or not they were Lion-Loathers, like some Slytherin’s, but hopefully they wouldn’t mind so much, she had two Gryffindor friends, and they didn’t seemed to have been scared off.

06-04-2010, 03:46 AM	#72 (permalink)
PattyH. Snidget Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: London Posts: 2,928 Hogwarts RPG Name: Patroclus Hudson	Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed Quote: Originally Posted by individual People went to other people's funerals? Well that was definitely news for her. "Well I guess it depends on the person. I know there are probably a lot of people who can only dream of traveling, but I see what you mean." And if their home wasn't filled with people who loved you? Then traveling was the next best thing! Smiling as he said he would stay, so he wouldn't upset her, it faltered in the next split moment. Almost like slow motion, she could see his hand raise and enter the outer boundary of her personal bubble, and in a blink of an eye, it broke through to the inner layer, and finally, made a crash landing on her...nose? What in the world? A few seconds later as she stared wide eyed at him for a moment, she found her hand had already been reaching towards her wand out of instinct. No, no, don't do that. He didn't do anything. She just...needed to wash her nose thoroughly before doing anything else that day. "Soo..." she started, glancing once more at the suit of armor as if it were planning to fall again, before taking a tiny step away from it and Patroclus. "Just in case things don't work out though, when..." did he want to cook? That sounded lame, even coming from her. "This cooking thing..." Hopefully he understood what she was trying to ask. Oh No. He had ruined everything. Patroclus watched as Evelyn took the smallest step away from him, the tiniest in reality but a huge step in their blossoming friendship. He knew he had been silly to do it; he berated himself on the inside for his stupidity. He had moved too fast, and was now he was afraid she would freak out and run. However Evelyn threw him a life raft. By asking for a date and time for the Mexican Feast, she was letting him know that there was still hope. And for that Patroclus was eternally grateful. “Well I can be free whenever you want it,” He smiled at her, a smile pleading for forgiveness, “I am sure that you will have to figure out a time when you can slip away from your friends, without raising suspicion, They may find your meeting with a Gryffindor a little peculiar.” Having only glimpsed the ways of Evelyn’s close group, he could not gage whether or not they were Lion-Loathers, like some Slytherin’s, but hopefully they wouldn’t mind so much, she had two Gryffindor friends, and they didn’t seemed to have been scared off.