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Befuddlements for Breakfast, for the lovely Fabiiiina! <3

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Eviny Brannagh	Posted: Sep 10 2008, 05:34 PM
Experienced Cloud-Rider Group: Healer-In-Training Posts: 175 Member No.: 56 Joined: 25-July 08	She smiled warmly, enjoying this idea of going out on a date with Fabian more and more every time she thought about it. It took her a moment to adjust to the idea that he was no longer just a friend, even if he was the same old Fabian. There was an added nearness to the way he looked at her now, not that she’d have noticed for a minute, but she could feel it in the comfortable way he held her hand, that the dynamics between them had changed, and for all her dislike of the concept – she was beginning to appreciate it. “Well…” she mumbled slowly, face returning to its usual ivory, rather than the cherry-stain her cheeks had been determined to take. People complain about the English and their lack of coloration, but clearly they had never come face to face with a good-natured Irishwoman. When she wasn’t embarrassed or enraged, she was the color of new apricots, with only the faintest tint of pink to brighten her smile. The real color was elsewhere, in her glittering eyes or the vibrant gold of her hair – but both were more robust and elegant than any Englishman, no matter how grand, could ever hope to compare to. She reigned in her thoughts of Irish supremacy, having just crossed into thoughts of what her family and friends from home would say if she introduced them to Fabian. As a friend, he was perfectly acceptable, but as anything more? Well, her family n particular had very concise opinions of the English, and though she needn’t consider such gruesome endings, having only just started this crazy, topsy-turvy piece of work others called relationships, somehow she felt the need to address it. Just not right now, not when the warmth of his hand on hers was making her dizzy again. Looking up, she met his eyes, practically melting into those delightful brown pools, engrossed in the variation she found there. He was so different from her, but she couldn’t resist it. “I suppose flying would be lovely.” She did very much like being on a broomstick. Quidditch would have been a spectacular sport if it weren’t for the bludgers and beaters and collisions and danger and contact and fouls and injuries and… well, in the end the flying made it all worthwhile, at least. “Really, anywhere you want to go would be wonderful, I’m sure. Maybe even a picnic or something here on the grounds?” She was ransacking her brain, forcing it to think faster, something it was not overly good at, as she reached for options. Surely she’d heard about a dozen or more dates late at night in the dormitories. Why could she think of none of them now? Clearly, Fabian was wrong. Hufflepuffs did not work well under pressure. They just reacted less strongly to it, and thus – were not so harshly affected. It did take quite a bit to upset a Hufflepuff – and for that, she was inestimably thankful. “Really,” she added, smiling. “I’m rather fond of surprises.” --------------------

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