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      Scratch that previous thought, somewhere along the lines he messed up worse than before but where was a mystery to him. He’s far too new to this form of blatant rejection to figure that much out and yet, he keeps talking. For as strategic as he is on the quidditch field, it seems that smart planning and logic wasn’t applied to his personal life. ❛Ok, I didn’t take your notes you dropped them and bolted before I could give them back.❜ As soon as he says it he can’t help but think that was was probably the wrong thing to say but the desire to defend himself a little was almost instinctual. 

        ❛Oh…❜ He should have probably thought of that before opening his mouth, a realization that strikes him far too late. Hand rubs the back of his neck in his unusually nervous state, heart drumming loud enough he can practically hear it through his ears as he tries to figure out what to say.  ❛I would be lucky but I guess I’ll settle for being the ‘lucky’ guy who struck out but got to greet you first. Even if by accident.❜ He’s joking, trying to save himself from completely drowning here but he almost feels the need to clarify that fact before he ends up somehow ticking her off again. ❛So you came fashionably late and looked cooler than the rest of us for it. Worked out in your favor I mean anyone woulda thought this party was just for you.❜

     Every hit she’d made he came back with a weak reason why or a tiny excuse for her rude behavior and at the insistence he’d stolen her notes he fought back. She liked it better when he quipped back, when he showed some spine but alas it was short lived. Lopsided was the frown that she met his weak argument with. “And I don’t suppose you brought them here all ready or the mystery date you took them from…” There was a beat missed where her expecting gaze fell on him with some level on intensity even though she knew the answer was no because of the empty hands he’d so unfortunately used to try and woo into a twirl. “…did you?”

If she were honest she’d liked the idea of a big ball being just for her. He must have thought her heartless (or he mustn’t have judging by his insistence) but the idea of a a fairy tale unfolding more…conventionally drew a half a smile and a half a laugh. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” His nervousness was not felt by this party, plunging them into silence that would surely make his cheeks bright red as she brushed over his attire once with wandering eyes and a tiny quirk of a smile. He was dumb, insufferably dumb, an insufferably insufferable slytherin, but he was cute. It wouldn’t have been terrible to pretend for just one moment she was a princess and he was a prince. “You know…I think I have a proposal.” 

“Remember when you told me about that girl you blew up in potions? If you promise me you’ll find her name and say sorry I think I can spare a dance.” A single hand was put over her chest and the other raised in a show of dramatics. “But you have to promise you won’t just dance with me here and then forget about it.”

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