 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Then Paully’s calculations, if he had done them, would have told him that Id would have noticed his absence VERY soon. It wasn’t like the Gryffindor kept track of the Hufflepuff; it was more due to the fact that Paul’s presence was one that was significantly loud in his life. So obviously the absence would be felt. “I did!” he remarked brightly, doing a slight wiggle. Clearly he was still bubbling with extra energy from the dancing. Maybe that was why everything felt incalescent. The sixth year should grab a beverage to cool off soon.
But forget about that!
Id’s face lit up like a thousand suns. “You were?!” :bustshy: “You’re the sweetest!” The guy resisted planting a kiss on Paul’s cheek because there was no need to make him feel uncomfortable with the PDA. “I’ll love whatever you get me! And I’ll keep it until we’re wrinkly and grey!”
Woops! Id hoped they had distracted Bria with the conversation. He shot her an apologetic look just in case, along with some enthusiastic head bobbing in agreement with Paul’s reassurance. “Good luck, Bria!’’ And he fell silent, shifting from foot to foot in anticipation of her result of her next try with the crane. |