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Brad smiled at her last response and leant over to pick up his wand. With one simple wave and a non verbal spell, two glasses of butterbeer appeared. Smiling to himself he took hold of one and handed it to a shaking Emily and took the second for himself. "Let's start off small shall we? You never know we might end up dueling again soon..." He smiled as he took a sip of his drink and groaned silently with pleasure. He really did need that drink, it helped his suddenly dry throat. After a few more sips he found himself half way through his drink, meaning to make his last for a while he placed it on the stone floor beside him with a click.
He knew he shouldn't say sorry again, well he didn't, but that didn't stop him from thinking it. Even after Emily had told him it was alright, saying it was the way to learn. Didn't help his thoughts though, they were going round in a whirlwind...Thinking about what he could say he noticed the women before him tuck some hair behind her ear. Without thinking he extended his arm and brushed the strands of hair she had missed, with a gentle stroke her placed them behind her ear before saying, "You sure your alright?" He hand stayed where it was a moment longer before he let it drop...
Emily took the glass, she was hoping for something stronger, but it would do for the time being, she needed the energy from somwhere. Keeping it pressed to her lips, she gulped down the divine yellow liquid. It soothed her throat and warmed her insides to a degree, already she felt a little bit more lively. She souldn't help but smirk at Brad's comment.
"Mmm I have to get my revenge somehow don't I." Though she couldn't see herself hurting him, not greatly anyway... not like this. Her aim would be to block, dodge and deflect... there was no need for her to get back at him.
"How's your back?" she asked, remembering the blow she had delivered earlier.
She gulped down the rest of the butterbeer and set her glass aside, when all of a sudden, she felft Brad's hands brush across her face. She looked up, her hazel eyes locking with his....
Why was he doing this?
First he goes and beats her in a duel.. and then he decides to hold her a brush her hair out of her face? ... .. must be him being nice, she supposed.
"I'm sure... " she said still maintaining eye contact, but then she looked at her watch.. at least that still worked.
"Merlin!... I should get back, if I'm late I might just get cursed again." And she wasn't joking. How long had they been here for? It had to have been over an hour at least. Bracing herself Emily pushed herself up off the ground, whincing slightly as a sharp pain shot through her midsection. After a second she composed herself.
"Thanks... again, for everything. We should do it again sometime."