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Watson · 08-18-2010, 11:52 PM

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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

He seemed a little surprised as the girl approached him, apologizing and assuming that the picture must've been of something personal to him. He gave her a small, weak smile, unable to help feeling like a total jerk at the moment. Here he was, holding this picture of her, with her likely-to-be name, and he refused to hand it over. Her voice was almost as sweet as the expressions she flashed him in the photograph, and he couldn't help but find something in it… a sort of comfort, a homey kind of feeling, like he was so much closer to home and familiarity just by listening to her voice.

Now he felt like a weirdo. Why was he feeling… comfort and all these other stupid fuzzy feelings?! Merlin, he must've been a pansy or something in his past life. "It's alright," he muttered as she apologized, then shrugging his shoulders as she asked if the person in the photograph was someone special to him. He gave a brief humorless chuckle. "I'd be able to tell you if I could remember how I even know this person," he said, fidgeting with the picture in his hand, keeping the back of it facing them so she wouldn't see the girl on the other side yet.

He seemed uneasy, like he was in the middle of an internal debate, and after a few long moments of this, he sighed in defeat. "Here," he said, handing her the picture with clear reluctance, avoiding her gaze as he did so. "It's… you. It was in my pocket," he explained a little hesitantly, his gaze falling to his photo-free hands for a moment before looking at her again as she examined the photograph. "Does the name on the back ring any bells?" he asked.

She smiled at him as he started to talk. "Oh." she simply said, it must be very private. She then heard him sigh, and he handed the picture to her. She nearly dropped it. Wait.. isn't that someone I know?? she thought. She nodded and checked her blonde hair. Yep, same colour. She then looked at the picture again. That's me, she said.

When he told her, he had found it in his pocket. She doubted that he was a creep. She smiled a sweet smile at him. "Then we must have been very good friends." she said softly, her voice like velvet. She turned the photograph over.. the name Lisette was written on it. My name? she thought. "Lisette." she said. She nodded. "Yes that's my name." she said, almost half unsure. No, it had to be her. Lisette smiled at him. "Thanks for showing it to me. But do you know what the initials there are?" she cried as she pointed to the T.D.C. "Could it be yours?" she asked.

08-18-2010, 11:52 PM	#155 (permalink)
Watson Mooncalf Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: RI/DUB Posts: 7,770 Hogwarts RPG Name: Addyson Lynette Dane Ravenclaw First Year	Slytherindor ♛ The Crazytastic Besties ♛ Shan Watson ♛ Quote: Originally Posted by Gryffindoll He seemed a little surprised as the girl approached him, apologizing and assuming that the picture must've been of something personal to him. He gave her a small, weak smile, unable to help feeling like a total jerk at the moment. Here he was, holding this picture of her, with her likely-to-be name, and he refused to hand it over. Her voice was almost as sweet as the expressions she flashed him in the photograph, and he couldn't help but find something in it… a sort of comfort, a homey kind of feeling, like he was so much closer to home and familiarity just by listening to her voice. Now he felt like a weirdo. Why was he feeling… comfort and all these other stupid fuzzy feelings?! Merlin, he must've been a pansy or something in his past life. "It's alright," he muttered as she apologized, then shrugging his shoulders as she asked if the person in the photograph was someone special to him. He gave a brief humorless chuckle. "I'd be able to tell you if I could remember how I even know this person," he said, fidgeting with the picture in his hand, keeping the back of it facing them so she wouldn't see the girl on the other side yet. He seemed uneasy, like he was in the middle of an internal debate, and after a few long moments of this, he sighed in defeat. "Here," he said, handing her the picture with clear reluctance, avoiding her gaze as he did so. "It's… you. It was in my pocket," he explained a little hesitantly, his gaze falling to his photo-free hands for a moment before looking at her again as she examined the photograph. "Does the name on the back ring any bells?" he asked. She smiled at him as he started to talk. "Oh." she simply said, it must be very private. She then heard him sigh, and he handed the picture to her. She nearly dropped it. Wait.. isn't that someone I know?? she thought. She nodded and checked her blonde hair. Yep, same colour. She then looked at the picture again. That's me, she said. When he told her, he had found it in his pocket. She doubted that he was a creep. She smiled a sweet smile at him. "Then we must have been very good friends." she said softly, her voice like velvet. She turned the photograph over.. the name Lisette was written on it. My name? she thought. "Lisette." she said. She nodded. "Yes that's my name." she said, almost half unsure. No, it had to be her. Lisette smiled at him. "Thanks for showing it to me. But do you know what the initials there are?" she cried as she pointed to the T.D.C. "Could it be yours?" she asked. __________________