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Post by The Letter-Weaver on Nov 13, 2013 13:29:41 GMT -5
Alec could feel himself turn scarlet, and he fervently wished he had found a way to keep himself from blushing before now.
"No problem," he replied, deciding to ignore the comment about heeling out of the hope that the sooner it stopped being talked about, the sooner it could be forgotten.
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Post by SilentGaze on Nov 18, 2013 15:53:50 GMT -5
Delaire no longer was sure of what to say, so instead he cleared his throat awkwardly and frowned after the disappearing silhouettes as they vanished entirely. That was his usual face when he wasn't caught off guard when presumably alone near the forbidden forest. A neutral yet bitter expression. It wasn't that he disliked his friends. He just found that he wasn't as close to them as he once was, and they didn't understand just how different he was without quidditch and without the desire to play it.
He sort of missed them, but at the same time he wondered just how close they'd been. No, he remembered adoring his friends. He had just grown... Far more reclusive. "Ah... So what... Now?" |
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