A Poop * k8 *
Oh no! Aboli looked aghast. "I - I didn't notice the limp! I'm so sorry, Noah!" She felt bad INSTANTLY. She really hadn't noticed, though...or maybe she had, and she was just too anxious about talking to him so she had ignored it? She shook her head quickly - SHE HAD NOT NOTICED.
Aboli tried to peer around for the box so she could read the directions of this game. "Not...great, but not terrible. Kind of neutral about it. Are YOU any good at it?" she asked, not wanting to OUT LOUD say that he seemed like the kind of person that'd be rubbish at riddles. "You should come by my house one day when we're home and see all the AWESOME board games my mum collects." Collect being the right word because Ziggy did not buy them to play; no, she was more about the aesthetic of muggle board games. The more profound and difficult they looked, the better.
Oh gosh.
OH GOSH.
The FACE he made sent her heart into the most un-rhythmic and rapid of palpitations, and she had to make sure she kept her face blank EVEN when her cheeks turned a deep scarlet. "NOaaaaaah! You have to be CAREFUL. Did you go see Healer Recard yet?" she asked softly.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |