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TeafortheSoul · 11-03-2010, 09:18 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

"Hehe." Plymouth's eyes rose above Jane's face to the.... hair that defied gravity. It was sort of great. Plymouth had mad urges to touch it. Or well, touch it again. Hehe.

"You are different... but different is good. Different is better, even."

Temptation won. Plymouth reached up and ran his palm over the frazzled ends of her upstanding hairs. HEHE

"You are giving me far, far, far too much credit. You know my last girlfriend broke up with me ... because she needed space? And the one before that was in love with my brother. And the girl I probably should have been with all along, my best friend Evolette McKenna, I let her slip through my fingers... She'll be married soon. I'm her Man of Honor."

This was all relevant somehow.

"You have an interesting way of looking at things, Plymouth Morgan." Jane answered. Puzzling young man, this Plymouth. Jane was used to feeling out of her depth, feeling insignificant and unequal, and while it wasn't like she felt she had the upper hand or anything in the developing friendship with the Daily Prophet secretary, she did feel a little bit more... more. On the level or something.

And now he was playing with her hair. Jane let him, figuring it was easier to pretend like he wasn't and that he'd sort of earned it having had freed her hand moments ago.

"Space?" Jane considered this. She wasn't quite sure what it meant. Her expression gave her thoughts away. The other two confessions were no less puzzling to Jane Holland. She sighed and reached out her hand to pat Plymouth on the shoulder.

"Its been a few years since I..." Jane trailed off and shot a half-hearted sort of glare at the Quidditch poster. She'd be less bothered, she was sure, if he hadn't turned out to be so... so... oddly nice about everything. How was that fair? It was like it took away her right to be angry about it all. It simply underscored that whole pathetic thing that Jane was currently sure she embodied.

"Anyway, none of that changes my opinion. If you were so inclined, I bet you could walk out on the street and pick someone up right away. And probably a good sort too." Jane's good sort catching abilities were.... nil.

11-03-2010, 09:18 AM	#33 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,243 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz "Hehe." Plymouth's eyes rose above Jane's face to the.... hair that defied gravity. It was sort of great. Plymouth had mad urges to touch it. Or well, touch it again. Hehe. "You are different... but different is good. Different is better, even." Temptation won. Plymouth reached up and ran his palm over the frazzled ends of her upstanding hairs. HEHE "You are giving me far, far, far too much credit. You know my last girlfriend broke up with me ... because she needed space? And the one before that was in love with my brother. And the girl I probably should have been with all along, my best friend Evolette McKenna, I let her slip through my fingers... She'll be married soon. I'm her Man of Honor." This was all relevant somehow. "You have an interesting way of looking at things, Plymouth Morgan." Jane answered. Puzzling young man, this Plymouth. Jane was used to feeling out of her depth, feeling insignificant and unequal, and while it wasn't like she felt she had the upper hand or anything in the developing friendship with the Daily Prophet secretary, she did feel a little bit more... more. On the level or something. And now he was playing with her hair. Jane let him, figuring it was easier to pretend like he wasn't and that he'd sort of earned it having had freed her hand moments ago. "Space?" Jane considered this. She wasn't quite sure what it meant. Her expression gave her thoughts away. The other two confessions were no less puzzling to Jane Holland. She sighed and reached out her hand to pat Plymouth on the shoulder. "Its been a few years since I..." Jane trailed off and shot a half-hearted sort of glare at the Quidditch poster. She'd be less bothered, she was sure, if he hadn't turned out to be so... so... oddly nice about everything. How was that fair? It was like it took away her right to be angry about it all. It simply underscored that whole pathetic thing that Jane was currently sure she embodied. "Anyway, none of that changes my opinion. If you were so inclined, I bet you could walk out on the street and pick someone up right away. And probably a good sort too." Jane's good sort catching abilities were.... nil. __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you