Chapter 13.
I rose from my space on the table intending to prepare for my coming Herbology class, lifting my skirts over the tan wooden benches, and strode off towards my supplies. The end of my white silk dress hitched on a tear in the wood, causing me to trip over my own feet and stumble forwards. I was thankfully caught in the strong grasp of an older Hufflepuff. I raise my eyes to his, attempting to thank him for catching me, but the words got caught in my throat like swallowing stale bread. His eyes were such a distracting shade of what I can only describe as 'beach', his irises interchanging between bright clear skies, hopeless, stormy night waves and a warm golden ring circling his pupils, I could barely comprehend he rest of his face. The bridge of his nose and the space beneath his eyes were scattered with light freckles, his jawline seemed impossibly sharp for one who was unexplainably kind, and his eyebrows were met together in concern.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice warm and syrupy, matching th feeling conveyed in his eyes.
I couldn't answer, though I wanted to. The blush raised horribly from my neck up to my cheeks. My vocal chords were still twisted in a knot, preventing any voice of thanks.
The stranger began turning a rose pink shade as well, the very tips of his ears giving away the awkwardness he must have felt. Neither one of us had moved.
"Thank you" I finally managed, my voice husky and hushed bringing my eyes to my shoes, trying my hardest to regather my thoughts.
"It's okay..." He made sure I was standing surely, than left in the opposite direction without so much as a backwards glance my way. Despite this, or maybe because of this, my heart fluttered unnaturally against my ribcage, pleading to bust out and follow the one who charmed me so. I ran a delicate hand through my silky hair, and continued on my way. Surely because he ignored me was a sure sign he was just being polite, he had no interest in me the logical side continued to argue, my lovesick heart refused to listen. When ran into him next, I would thank him properly, was my inner compromise, if I ever ran into him again.
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