The outgoing redhead waved a hand to show she was not afraid of being 'sent flying'. Just because she wasn't a Ravenclaw extraordinaire didn't mean she always totally tanked when it came to spellwork. It just took her a little longer than most to memorize the damn incantations, okay? And yeah, maybe her focus was pretty bad, and okay, sure, she got distracted pretty easy -- scratch that, as she again surveyed Nel's bosom, REALLY easy. Still, she was a seventh year. She knew her shit, even if she didn't know it as well as some others.
A raincheck, huh? Well, she guessed she could accept that. Still, the Gryffindor looked momentarily crestfallen. The idea of being this chick's tough guy was almost ridiculously appealing, after all. Like, how cool would that be? "Raincheck accepted," she said, tossing her head in a way that more resembled an untrained pony than a nearly-adult witch. That damnable ponytail of hers flicked behind her like a whip.
Ooh! Was that an actual smile? A great feeling of pride welled up in Emery Tonybee's chest, and she returned the expression with an ease Nel was probably stranger to. "So you're the voyeur type, huh?" She took a moment to laugh at her own joke, then moved on. "Why do you say discouraged? If you wanna go play, go play." The girl shook her head. She just didn't get people, sometimes.
Nelistra slid away from Emery for a moment to avoid the whiplash that was certain to happen from the Gryffindor's wild hair-tossing. Honestly they were both very fortunate that she did not hit one of those candles with that little toss. And the open smile was a strange but pleasant sensation - which was quickly joined by another rapid flush at the whole voyeur comment. [Inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate! Clean thoughts, clean thoughts!] The Ravenclaw, glanced away, biting her lower lip just a touch and quickly banished not a book of poems to nonexistence but rather a book written by a radically minded Minister about Muggle Control - it was not something that needed reading.
"Well...I would, but I do not think I would be any good...besides, I burn easily, and I am in truly horrid shape I think.." Clearly the pale girl had the self confidence of a roach. No, scratch that, a roach would be certain of its survival in a nuclear holocaust. Oh well. What did one expect from a bookworm? However, the assurance from Emery was...almost contagious. An emphasis on the almost - it was overshadowed by the wanton abandon and near disasters. "And..well...I do not exactly know how to play either.."
Oh she was certain as the words left her mouth that she would regret that later.
Aha, she did it again. Crimson blossomed upon Nel's pale cheeks with an almost fierce intensity, capturing Emery's attention instantly. The redhead grinned and sat up straighter, most definitely the easily amused type. Her amber eyes could not help but catch on the way Nel bit her lip, seemingly at odds with herself. This girl was... hmmmmmm.
Yes, Nel did look like the type that would burn easily. Emery understood that, actually. She was a redhead, after all, and only careful administrations of sunblock and assorted spells kept her skin from being in a constant state of crispy and peeling grossness. The girl's face turned sympathetic.
Wait, wait, wait. Nel didn't know how to play? Emery's mouth opened, and she slammed her hand down on the table as though to better portray this particular injustice. "You what?" This poor, poor girl! Seized by a sudden impulse, the Gryffindor grabbed Nel's wand-free hand. "Nel. I'll teach you."
Soccer was serious business, and so was classwork and saving the populace from reading horrible awful books. But...technically she had completed her assignment. Books gone and lost forever with no hope of ever being recovered or harming another poor reader again. So, she supposed that it wouldn't be too horrible to venture out of the library. These of course were underlying thought considering that the second Emery shot out past the personal space barrier once again to take Nel's hand, the blush was returned and doubly strong. Physical contact was just a bit of a rarity for her. And it made her head spin just a little bit. She almost missed the shock on the Gryffindor's face when she admitted to not knowing how to play soccer.
Almost.
The pale Ravenclaw could have come up with a myriad of escuses but...she did enjoy learning, and a sport would...well...it could be good for her to get outside once in a while. Just having the pleasure of some company [brutish course but confident company] would be nice. "Well....I suppose if you're offering to teach..."
Emery was kind of one of those BAM in your face types of people. Kind of. Sort of. Completely. So it wasn't no thing to grab up Nel's hand like that, and the blush that followed that touch, making Nelistra glow like a fresh-out-the-oven turkey (those were red, right?), wasn't but a thing, either. Emery took all those things in stride, just as she took every other little thing that cropped in stride, with a big fierce grin and a confident expression. Depending on the situation, she might also add a toss of her flame-colored hair, or a little flirt of her hip, but --
The fuck was she even talking about again? Oh, right. SOCCER. Nel was sitting there demure as anything, blushing and murmuring out acquiescence in this fashion that just drove the Gryffindor crazy. She couldn't stop smiling. "Yes. Yes, I am." She stood, re-sheathing her wand back in its ponytail home in the process, and gestured for Nel to follow. "Let's go! Right now! We're done with the assignment, right?" She looked both wildly impatient and excited, in the manner only Emery Tonybee could. She wanted to go now.
Being spontaneous was something Nelistra had not quite mastered, but had always held in rather high regard. Sure, it completely did away with plans, and preparation, and backup plans, and organization, and absolute control, and absolutely everything that she practiced...but still, as much as she loathed to admit it, haos had its merits. And it also held a certain, taboo appeal? However it would mean leaving her little sanctuary, leaving the books, being dragged out of her comfort zone [plus the sun, oh I would stand out like a sore thumb] and so many different factors.
....But it might mean seeing Emery in soccer shorts.....
Done. Nel smiled, and set about stacking the books she had spared from her inquisitorial purge neatly, before, following behind Emery without so much as another word. It was really unnecessary really, and the whole 'small talk with individuals whose families made less than a certain Galleon threshold' [put me in a room full of visiting diplomats and I'll flourish but ask me to flirt!?] Oh the joys of school and wild youth. Besides...it might do her some good to get outside.
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
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Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
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Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
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Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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