( slight look of shock graces his boyish features. did he just make holly rosier blush? ) i— uh — … oui. ( cerulean eyes stare at her deeply. ) do you think ‘zat badly of your company, mizz’ ‘olland?
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[feet slow, turning to face him with wide, amber eyes.] you … enjoy spending time with me? [flush of rosy pink blooms across porcelain-like skin. gaze softens, and iggy shifts on her shoulders.]
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eyes narrowed, the frenchman shook his head. “you cannot trick me.” he states. “besidez’ i cannot let you ‘zee my homework, ‘zat is academic dishonesty.”
( following behind akin to a lost golden retriever. frog sticks its head from pocket, avoiding the beady stare of iggy. ) i wanted to? ‘zome people actually enjoy spending time with you, ‘olland. you are not ‘zo bad.
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[journal held securely to her chest. braid bounces as she descends down steps leading outdoors. ignatius rests across her shoulders. clears throat,] you didn’t have to come with me.
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eyes flicker between the girl and his fellow hufflepuffs. rémy doesn’t speak up. he swallows quickly as a bite of roast beef is in his mouth. “𝘰𝘶𝘪. i finizhed it last night. why?”