with your eyes so bright
Of course, he realizes once he's half way down the street that he probably ought to ask Noemie if she actually would like his company ever again. It's possible that he is, as usual, completely hallucinating someone's desperate need for him to be there with them, because well, he does do that, at least according to Lily, even though she never bloody asked for anybody's charity and she does not need a fucking chaperone and especially not a fucking fainting fancy like Louis, thank you very much.
Okay, maybe that was more to do with Lily's hangups and anger management issues than Louis' hypothetical people thing, but maybe Noemie would like company, just not Louis' company, because he feels constantly like kind of an idiot when he's around her and it's possible she agrees? So maybe he could organize a neighbourly get-together or something instead, and then that would also let him get to work on time!
Which would be all right probably, as far as being a responsible adult went, but Louis rather likes the idea of being noble, and sacrificing his lunch hour to go be company for a lonely person, who is all alone in lonely, unforgiving London. And also if she turned him down quite that bluntly, he would be a bit insulted, because he's been told that occasionally when he shuts up he is almost a pleasure to be around. Though that was Maria, and he is still not sure whether she likes him or not.
"Noemie? Yeah, it's Louis, again," he says to the shut door, once he's sort of edged past the somewhat irritable doorman on the bottom floor. "I actually just wanted to – erm," he pauses when the door swings open in the middle of his sentence. Noemie is wearing something of a triumphant look from the couch, her wand pointing at the door, "I realize I can do this now," she says, "Because you too are a witch."
"Do you – Wizard? I'm a wizard?" he ventures, and then realizes she could just be making fun of him. "Or witch," he adds hurriedly, "I can be a witch, that's okay. I actually – came up, erm-" He stops again, realizing that he could have just owled, or come back tomorrow to ask, instead of walking all the way back to the flat to ask one stupid question.
"Yes?" Noemie says, and there is a little smile on her face, so she probably had been making fun of him. This cheers him up a bit, since he hadn't realized Noemie was comfortable enough to joke around with him - For some reason, he's set up the idea of her being very serious and closed off and constantly professional, even though she is clearly going through things which would make anyone upset and he's met her just twice. Perhaps she is really hilarious and full of good cheer and smiles a lot at people for no good reason than that she likes smiling.
This is a nice thought, so he lets it steep in his mind a bit, until he realizes that Noemie is still looking at him a bit expectantly. "Erm," he says, "I was just going to ask – I mean, do you mind me coming by? Again? And also before," he adds, realizing he hadn't asked before either, "If it's bothering you or anything, you can just say –"
"It's not," Noemie says, and she does smile at him. He rather does hope she's a smiley, full of good cheer person. It's a very nice smile. And then he registers what she said, and beams back.
"Oh – good! That's, yeah, that's great," he says. Probably he's also smiling. It's turned into a very smile-filled ten in the morning for him.