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      Well this hadn’t happened before but then again striking out once let alone twice was new to him and an trend he’d hoped would end with this time. Some moment between her confusion and shock as she latched on to him he registered what was going on: she wasn’t looking for him and she definitely hadn’t gotten his message. Oh he can practically feel Donna’s shame and embarrassment on his behalf and in an act of reassurance, he drops his hands to his sides as a demonstration to prove he won’t be doing that again any time soon.

       Brows furrow, confusion settling in as well as a thick embarrassment at his own actions and not just from right then. ❛Message? You know I- kinda sorta stopped my quidditch game to ask you out?❜ He winces on his own behalf seeing as how colossally awful his plan came to fold. Two for two on absolutely horrible impressions and if she didn’t hate him before she definitely did now. ❛You really didn’t get it? Wow. I look…well, awful. Sorry about-❜ He cuts himself off, awkwardly gesturing to the space he’d created between them. ❛Well sorry about this. And the time before this…probably should apologize for any future meetings while I’m at it.❜

    “You asked me out?” She did not understand this boy and it was evident in the way her brows furrowed as she stared him down, almost unblinking in the after shocks of terror and her want to comprehend what was going through his head. Perhaps she would have had sympathy had she thought his intention pure but she assumed the worst of him; it only seemed natural that the jock with the thick skull would be so off put by her rejection as to obsess over not so much the girl but why girl said no. “With Quidditch?” 

She let silence linger for a moment as her intense gaze shot off to the side, realizing she left herself to linger in this awkwardness too. She shuffled slightly, pulling herself closer by crossing her arms over her chest. “I haven’t watched Quidditch since I got here.” Truthfully, she didn’t even know he was a player. She thought he was just pompous. This explains something she thought, tucking untamed curls behind her ear. There would be no comment on the ‘’future meetings’ portion of his spiel as tentatively she looked back over at him. “Why would you bother with me? You don’t even know my name.”