October 8th
Oh, the worry was well-placed.
Virginia informed me that William told her that I was practically flirting with Professor Grabiner. Then she asked if I have a crush on him. And I
said
yes.
Sort of. I said that he's interesting, and I explained it as saying that he's intelligent and, frankly, not bad looking. (I think fast when I'm panicked, don't I always say that?
Bam. Evidence.)
Though... I said that one of the reasons we didn't get along, was there was such a terrible first impression, and that... "we didn't know each other then"? I think I said that?
Now I'm wondering if that's true.
Well. I suppose I know him better.
Pretty sure he sees conversations with me as a thing to bear, but I'm not afraid to talk to him anymore.
No stuttering, even!
Anyway, it doesn't matter. Reciprocation is such an impossible thought, it almost makes me laugh.
...pfff. The mind leaps Professor Grabiner writing sappy poetry. Well, Virginia may think I'm strange now, but at least I got some amusing imagery out of it!
-Illia
