[Forward dated after Quidditch game]

[hagyjbeken]

[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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[edle_gestalt]

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.]

Works for me

[hagyjbeken]

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?]

[edle_gestalt]

[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?

[hagyjbeken]

[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.]

[edle_gestalt]

[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?

[hagyjbeken]

[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.]

[edle_gestalt]

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.

[hagyjbeken]

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.

[edle_gestalt]

[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]