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Post by daisy on Jul 13, 2009 1:00:11 GMT -5
Cissa absentmindedly wondered why Al kept talking so fast, but wasn’t that worried about it…that seemed to be how guys were when they were nervous, and as far as she could tell, girls often made guys nervous, no matter what. She nodded when he talked about having and being an older brother, and with a grin, she said, “I’m the baby of the family, so I doubt I’ll ever know what it’s really like to be an older sibling.”
Once she snapped her mouth shut after her mini rambling, Cissa was a bit confused by his one word comment until he explained it more…in a bit of a rambling, nervous way. She smiled lightly and agreed, “That’s part of why I love dance so much, the calming part. I love anything that can calm me down.” What she didn’t add was that that including randomly making out with different guys so she didn’t have to actually think…and thinking about him and a rare few of the other guys she liked also seemed to do that. Those thoughts, obviously, stayed locked away in her head, not something for his ears.
When that same damned persistent piece of hair fell back into her face, Cissa groaned and was about to shove it back again, when Al leaned across the table and did it for her. A blush crossed her cheeks, standing out a bit against the paleness of her skin, and she simply stared at Al for a moment. When he said sorry and kept his gaze down at the table, Cissa bit her lip again.
“Don’t worry about it.” Was all she could think to say. What was a girl to say when a boy she liked apologized for doing something like that? Nothing. That’s what.
[haha that's fine <3]
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Post by mgirl03 on Jul 13, 2009 1:18:36 GMT -5
When Cissa brought up the fact that she was the baby of the family, it got Al to wondering briefly what that would be like. He couldn't ever remember being the baby, because by the time he was three Lily was already born and that bumped him from youngest to middle child. He ran quickly over the memories in his mind of what he had ever done to Lily as her big brother--being overly protective and being an annoying git were two things that came to mind immediately. Mentally grimacing, Al pulled himself back to the present.
He listened to Cissa's continued explanation of why she loved dancing so much, and found himself nodding. Yes, he could definitely relate ot her in at least one aspect--the whole liking to get to calm down thing. Sometimes the hustle and bustle of school was just enough to make somebody want to pull their hair out, and that was when Al hopped on a broom and fly away from his troubles, at least for a little bit.
After he had tucked her hair behind her ear for her (without thinking) Al refused to look back up and meet her gaze. His whole face was flushed red right now, and he knew that looking up probably wouldn't happen again while he was in the room. However, when she assured him that he shouldn't worry about it, he contradicted himself and looked back up at her with a small sigh of relief. However, he then became rather confused when he saw the pink running across the bridge of her nose. What in the name of Merlin did that mean? Was she embarrassed that he had touched her, or did she...like that he had done it?
Suddenly he realized that he seemed to have liked the fact that he touched her hair. Mentally, he felt horror at the fact that he now knew that he had a crush (or so he thought) on a girl that he couldn't even speak normally around. Ugh, where was Rory when you needed her?! She could give him advice or something about what to bloody say! His mind raced as he stared Cissa in the eye, raising a hand to his hair again.
"I've got hair problems sometimes too," he finally said, knowing it sounded lame but unable to think of anything eles. "Although I have to admit that your hair looks...er, a lot better than mine probably does." Oh, bloody hell, just bugger it. Al finally gave a silent sigh of defeat--all hope of seeming normal and not insane gone from his mind. He just hoped that Cissa didn't think him to be too big of a weirdo and an idiot.
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Post by daisy on Jul 13, 2009 1:35:03 GMT -5
Cissa briefly wondered if Al could possibly like her…with the hair touching and the sudden quiet and his apparent nervousness…but she brushed off the thought. No guy had ever truly liked her…they’d liked her body, her carefree snogging attitude and her family connections, but no guy had ever liked her. That was part of what she was often dancing away…the fact that no guy would ever like her for her and she’d probably end up married to some rich aristocratic snob who just wanted the name of ‘Malfoy’ on his family tree (though, if he was a pureblood, it would probably already be somewhere on there).
At his awkward attempt at starting conversation up again, with talk of hair, Cissa once again giggled quietly. “You’re hair is just fine,” She told him, reaching out to ruffle his hair the way he always did to himself. After she had done that, her eyes widened a bit. She had not been planning to do that, and she pulled her hand away. Unlike Al’s response after he had tucked her hair behind her ear, Cissa looked up at him, biting at her lip and waiting for his reaction. She didn’t want to be the one to say anything this time…at least not yet, when his reaction was still unknown.
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Post by mgirl03 on Jul 13, 2009 1:51:06 GMT -5
What...what had just happened? Al's mind raced even faster than it had been as, before he even had a chance to take another breath, Cissa told him that his hair was 'just fine' and then reached foward, her fingers ruffling it and running through it just the way his always did. His eyes widened again, his breathing hitching in his chest as instead of a flush creeping up his neck, he blushed. Most people would say that there wasn't a different between the two, but for Al there was. A flush meant his neck and his face going a bit red--a blush meant his cheeks and the bridge of his nose going pink.
She pulled her hand away rather quickly, but kept her gaze locked on his as she bit her lip, and seemed to be...waiting for him to say something? But what was there to say, when she had just done that and he found that he didn't mind? Mentally, he began to run over how ironic this was. He had gotten all angry at Scorpius for daring to like his cousin--and now here he was, crushing on Scorpius's little sister. The bloke would pummel the stuffing out of the Gryffindor in a heart beat, he could just tell it.
However, he couldn't think about that right now. Right now he needed to say something! Casting his mind around for something, anything to say, he gulped again, and then found himself giving in to a warm, crooked smile. He ran his hand through his hair slowly again, tilting his head slightly.
"Amazing that it can defy gravity," he said, his voice softer now as he continued to smile at her, his words still rushed. He was hoping that he was sending the message that what she had done was okay, without actually having to come out and say it. "I usually hate that it sticks up so much but er....well, I guess running my hands through it probably makes people think I like it like this." He gave small shrug as if to say 'What can you do?' He forced himself not to reach across the table and touch Cissa's hair again...
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Post by daisy on Jul 13, 2009 15:21:50 GMT -5
While Al seemed to fall into thought, Cissa did the same. Her thoughts turned to something she had wondered about quite a few times in the past years. She doubted Scorp would ever give his ‘needed’ blessing on the relationship if she and Al ever got together…though she personally knew that he liked a certain Rose Weasley, so he was just a bit hypocrite. Though, Scorp didn’t actually know that she knew that he liked Rose, so maybe she could throw that at him if he started going off on that…
Cissa mentally shook her head, he DID NOT like her, she needed to properly get that through her head before they kept talking. Thankfully Al started talking again and pulled her out of her thoughts. She found herself automatically returning the smile he gave her, happiness warming her when she saw him smiling at her. She laughed at his words, glad that he didn’t seem to have any problems with her having brushed her hand through his hair.
With a small smile, Cissa commented, “This is a rather strange conversation we’re having. I don’t think most people sit and have a conversation about hair.” She couldn’t help it when she glanced at his lips before quickly looking back up to his eyes. He didn’t like her, of course not, but she also didn’t want him to become just another one of her past flings either.
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Post by mgirl03 on Jul 13, 2009 16:18:48 GMT -5
Leg still bopping, and right hand still tapping on the table, Al was the picture perfect poster-boy for nervous, awkward teens. When Cissa smiled back at him, and then laughed, he found himself having a hard time concentrating on the conversation. He gulped again, hoping that his adams apple moving wasn't too noticable. He forced himself to quit moving his hand, but there was no way that his leg was going to stop.
At her words of this being a strange conversation, he couldn't help but feel dumb. Of course this was a strange conversation, and it was his fault that they were having it--if he had just left her bloody hair alone, they could be talking about something, anything else than this. Well, the room certainly had equiped him with a distraction from his other thoughts--but right now he half wondered if he would prefer to be out pacing in the corridor still.
"Well...er, to tell the truth I'm quite rubbish at conversations with...girls," Al said, his face still a slight pink color. He might as well tell her, at least then she might not wonder if he was insane or something. He refused to be rude again and look down at the table, but he did let his gaze take in her facial features quickly. Her skin was perfect, her lips...oh Merlin her lips....Al forcefully shook his head (mentally, of course, didn't want to seem spazzy), to dispell all thoughts like that. What was wrong with him?!
"I'm up for a subject change if...if you've got one," Al said quickly. He gave a nervous laugh before adding, "I've ran out of things to say about hair anyways." Besides the fact that I think yours looks really soft...felt it too...oh damn... He really need to go see a doctor or something. No, wait! After this, he would go see Rory! She might take the mickey out of him, but at least she could tell him if he's just insane or...or if this was normal for guys who had no experience with girls.
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Post by daisy on Jul 13, 2009 23:41:34 GMT -5
Cissa smiled lightly at his admission about not being able to talk to girls. She had been there…a while ago…with guys (which was actually a bit amusing as she was younger than Al) and she knew the feeling well of not being able to talk to the opposite gender. However, at this point, she was pretty much past any nervousness around guys…unless it came to the top three guys she liked (and Al was one of them).
“You don’t need to be…most girls are just as nervous around guys.” Cissa divulged, and it was quite true. It was seriously time that guys and girls realized they were all nervous around each other. “Some are just better at hiding it than others,” She commented, referring to herself, though she wasn’t sure if Al would make that jump in logic.
Cissa thought for a moment and with a smile, she said, “What’s your favorite class?” Time for the random questions, a habit she got into when younger because she was always curious about the world. As they talked with nervousness and awkwardness, Cissa wondered why it was always like that. Guys would either be excessively nervous, come on excessively strong, or be close friends of hers. There was never an acquaintance of hers that was a guy who didn’t end up under one of those categories. It aggravated her to no end…and was part of the reason she sometimes wished she wasn’t a Malfoy.
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Post by mgirl03 on Jul 13, 2009 23:56:09 GMT -5
Al listened with interest as Cissa told him that most girls were as nervous around guys as they were around girls--that some were just better at hiding it. He wondered for a moment if she was nervous around him, but then shook the thought off. Why would she be, it wasn't as if he was anybody special, or excessively cute or handsome. Of course, he was a Potter, but she was a Malfoy--two people from those two family's wouldn't really have much cause to be nervous around each other, just angry. He was glad though that they weren't down each other's throats.
He felt a rush of gratitude that she did in fact change the topic--it seemed that they would be subject to a random question game. Which was actually quite a great way to get to know people--at least in his opinion. Smiling, he found some of his nervousness edging away, now that they were off of the subject of hair and the incident that had just occured between the two of them. He thought for a moment on the answer to her question, before the obvious answer came to his lips.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," he said, nodding his head a bit. It was by far his best class, and it was true that it was also his favorite. The whole class entertained him and he didn't even mind when he got homework from there--the whole subject was just so fascinating. "What about you? What's your favorite?" He continued to bop his leg, his eyes moving of their own accord to once again take in the features of Miss Narcissa Malfoy. He realized that her eyes were a lot like Rory's, which gave him a feeling of comfort and felt a tug at his heart. Hm, odd, it must be because of a familiar sight...
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Post by daisy on Jul 14, 2009 0:24:44 GMT -5
Cissa was glad that the atmosphere became more relaxed once they got off the previous topic. She didn’t want it to stay tense and awkward or anything, and apparently her random questions managed to do just that job. His reply didn’t really surprise her at all…he was a Potter after all, and she thought about her own answer when he shot the question back at her.
“Probably potions, though I do like astronomy a lot too.” She answered. It was true, she was great at potions, but something about going out late at night and just looking up at the stars had always been soothing to her. Pausing for a moment to think, Cissa added, “Those happen to be my best classes too.”
Eyes on Al’s face, Cissa wasn’t sure if she was imagining things when she saw his eyes trail across her face before looking her back in the eye. Ignoring the slight butterflies in the stomach, she asked the first question that came to mind, “What’s you’re favorite color?”
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Post by mgirl03 on Jul 14, 2009 0:33:48 GMT -5
It was hard for Al to keep himself from making a face at the mention of Astronomy. While he didn't hate looking at stars or anything, Al was horrible at the class and therefore didn't like it. He wasn't much of a fan of Potions either, but at least he was good at that one. The only thing that kept him from liking the class was the fact that the other studpid Slytherin boys (besides Scorpius) liked to tease him and try and anger him. He was sad to admit that it usually worked.
Once again, Al's right hand went through his hair, making it stick up wildly and probably make him look like he had stuck his finger into one of those...what did his Grandpa call it? Ekilectrical socksets? Oh well, it didn't matter, it probably looked like he had been hit by lightening or something. He grimaced slightly as he smoothed his hair back down as best as possible and then dropped his arm. He found himself now focusing on Cissa's lips, and had to gulp again and force himself to knock it off.
"Hm...Blue or stormy grey," he responded, his eyes finding hers again. He didn't know why the stormy grey was his favorite color, but he had always been a fan of blue. "How about you?" Al found himself smiling at the color of her eyes...they were just so dang familiar. It was a certain color that Rory's eyes turned, he was pretty sure, but he just couldn't place his finger on what emotion that color went with...
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