"Yeah," He says. Nope, he's not going to think about it. He's not going to think about that thin strip of skin that he'd seen or the fact that that shirt might be just a little too small for her. He also isn't going to think about how her hair smells or the way it falls against his shoulder.
What is wrong with him? He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes. She's Daisy for pity's sake. She'd tried to put a toad in his robes their first year. She'd knocked out a seventh-year last year. She's got boyfriends that are not him. They come to him for advice, but nothing more.
This is when he hates not having a cell phone. He could be calling Jer, or Mike, or Dan, and they'd straighten him out. This is Daisy. His BFF4E. That's just how it was.
He looks up when she comes back and grins. "Har alright then?"
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Date: 2018-04-17 12:26 pm (UTC)What is wrong with him? He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes. She's Daisy for pity's sake. She'd tried to put a toad in his robes their first year. She'd knocked out a seventh-year last year. She's got boyfriends that are not him. They come to him for advice, but nothing more.
This is when he hates not having a cell phone. He could be calling Jer, or Mike, or Dan, and they'd straighten him out. This is Daisy. His BFF4E. That's just how it was.
He looks up when she comes back and grins. "Har alright then?"