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❛See, I was gonna give ‘em back, I’ve been hoping to run into just so I could and the one time I should have them I don’t.❜ Letting his voice trail off he leads with a bout of playful suspense.  ❛Luck’s hardly been in my favor here but you’ve got my promise you’ll get them back. My honor’s at stake here now.❜

A star quiddich player, captain of the Slytherin team and not once has Dick Grayson felt as exposed as he does under the track of her gaze, like the fabric of his suit is transparent and she can see his heart beating erratically for her. He was made for the limelight but he’s never really been nervous like this until he met his mystery Ravenclaw girl. 

   All it takes is that smile of hers (brief as is) for him to loosen up. He’s no longer tiptoeing around her like he knows she’d hate and he’s relaxed in her presence even as she brings up her proposition for him. Of course, he has no idea how he’d ever find the girl from potions ever again but he can’t resist a challenge nor the urge to please her. A smile lifts the corners of his mouth, sweet and soft to mirror hers before boldly taking a step forward. ❛Find her…❜ He repeats her request, clearly pretending to ponder over it when he’d already made his decision moments ago. ❛I doubt I could forget.❜ A second’s pause  ❛Even if I don’t know your name yet. And for the record, you got yourself a deal.❜

   There was hesitation as he stepped forward if only because she’d put so much effort into avoiding him every other time she saw him: it seemed a downright waste to give up stand-offishness so soon. And still at his mention of not knowing her name she couldn’t help but laugh at him; even if it was something small and even if she tried to cover it it was a laugh. If he was smart he’d realize it was at him rather then with him. She suspected he was not. She suspected he was a fool at best, and at worst he just really liked the movie Serendipity. He didn’t know her at all and here he was fawning over her and agreeing to whatever she asked of him. “My name is Kitty.” Which was true but if he’d notice, she hoped he wouldn’t, there was no last name attached. And certainly couldn’t look up a nickname in any formal records. Even as she filled what little gap remained between them she kept her distance. Even as she put her hand in his she was careful to keep an escape route in her back pocket. “And I think you’ve met: you’re thick.”

“Have you danced before?” The distance she kept him at was stiff, in fact she knew for a fact it was the perfect standard. Ballet had not done her wrong and she intended to prove that. Perhaps it would intimidate him and perhaps he’d slowly fade out. The boy with the crush on her would be no more. A bittersweet victory for Kitty Pryde. “Maybe even with the girls who weren’t me?”

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