 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
Esme looked at Eben, not sure what to say. "Like I said, thanks for not letting me fall... I would have had a nasty bruise if I'd hit the floor."
Esme glanced down at her shoes. "They are nice, aren't they?" She looked up at him and gave a wide, proper smile, something that was rare for her at Hogwarts. "Yes... I'll try not to drop them." She blushed a little and then shook herself; 'Am I going gooey over him? Good grief! what is happening to me?!'
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