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[Forward dated after Quidditch game]

[Guess who's absolutely pumped from that game and absolutely going to rub it in everyone's face that called them polite boring. Why yes, yes that would be her. Thus her writing is going to be very scribbled and very hasty, making it a biiiit hard to read.]

YOU BETTER BELIEVE WE WON. Who's "polite boring" now, huh? I'd say we were all pretty vicious out there and deserved each and every single point and move we did, whether you think we did or not. I congratulate the rest of my team on being absolutely amazing ~~except Vald, you're still a total ass~~ and doing their best out there!

Also, Graham. You better hope I don't find you for that crack you made, you won't be walking for a MONTH after I'm done with you.

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Isn't that how most friendships end up dying? They end up dating and then it goes south and they no longer can speak to the other anymore?

[Hi, Roderich, can you tell one of her fears yet.]

I just can't help but wonder what would be all that different if we did.

The awkwardness of it all? Hand-holding, kissing, affection, all of that...

If you feel that would be too awkward then there's not much to be done.

It's ridiculous, really, if they weren't all breathing down our necks I should have liked for you to accompany me to the Yule Ball. As it is it doesn't make any sense to do so, but I've already talked with Peter Parker about staging a photo to send to our respective parents to shut them up. Whether or not we actually go together.

It probably makes more sense for us to go with other people, doesn't it? Or will that attract more attention?

[... Did he just, in the most roundabout way, ask her to the dance of all things? Weird, but she wouldn't expect for him to do things in any real logical way. The longest of inkblots, a few words written but quickly scribbled out with a ridiculous amount of ink.]

Did you just ask me to the ball? That... if it's for any reason other than to shut our parents up, you have the weirdest of ways to ask a girl.

[Ink blob. Hell, there's ink all over his hands now.]

By the way you were speaking, it didn't seem to be an issue. I honestly was just expecting you to shrug it off and tell me you already had a date anyway.

Is it too late to ask you properly, then?

[As if her hands are any better right now, aaaah.]

I'd rather it have been done in person, but it's not too late, no. [What is this, she doesn't even. Roderich, what.]

As would I. I'll wait.

We can at least pretend there is an element of surprise...

That being said, where are you right now?

Good choice.

Mm? In the dorms, though I don't have anything tying me down here right now.

Give me ten minutes, I'm not yet presentable. I'll be waiting outside the Hufflepuff dormitories.

[And after about ten minutes he's there, trying his damnedest not to fidget.]

Ten minutes, then.

[As if she honestly expected for him to get there within ten minutes, thus she had taken her time to just fix her hair and adjust her clothes a bit. But soon enough she makes her way out, motioning for him to move off to the side a bit.]

Yes? [May as well play dumb, right?]

[Admittedly it's probably the fastest he's ever fixed his hair, and he's rather out of breath when he arrives, from rushing across campus. He can't help his heart pounding as he waits for her, though.

When she comes out, he acknowledges the gesture, following her out of plain view. There's a long pause as he looks at her, taking a deep breath before speaking nervously but determined.]

Would you... give me the pleasure of joining me for the Yule Ball?

[Wouldn't surprise her at all to know that and it's even more amusing that he seems so out of breath. It's... kind of endearing in a really odd and slightly flattering way, to know that he was anxious enough about this to hurry his way there in the ten minute limit.

But oh man, she's still not sure what to make of all of this. Even if her body betrays her a bit with the color coming to her cheeks without her wanting it to, knowing well enough what was coming. Though it was different to hear it in person than to read it on a piece of paper.]

I... of course. [Though she sounds just about as nervous as he does.]

[Breathe. Oh god breathe. He's suppressing the widest smile, instead biting his lip nervously but happily. Her reaction is a good sign...]

That's... good to hear. I mean, there's no pressure, no... nothing official yet, but... i-it's worth a shot, yes?

[For the time being it is, anyway. Given her words earlier, it's probably best to toe the line of caution with her.]

Suppose so. There's nothing really to... lose, right? [Since it wasn't exactly a date or anything, just two friends going to the ball, of course.]

I don't think there is, anyway. I hope not. I trust not, really...

We'll... keep it quiet, then. Just so that we don't get an onslaught of I-told-you-sos.

Probably for the best, I'd rather not hear all of that along with the about times we'd get, too.

[A bit of a pause, shifting a little before leaning up to give his cheek a quick kiss.] I should be heading back in now, I think, people seem a lot more riled up about the match than I thought.

[did she just]

...R-right, I.

[oh my god no her lips are soft ahh

her lips what even]

That's. That's fine. I -- realized I never congratulated you, either. W-what with the distractions of the... rude comments I... well done. I'm proud of you.

[does he touch her does he pat her on the back no that seems too patronizing he'll just put his hand back in his pocket]

I will see you soon, then.

[the fuck just happened]

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