( — eyes widen in bewilderment, horizontal wrinkles appearing on the forehead. that he did not expect. he clears his throat, shaking off the prior surprise. )
can't say i was aware of the fact. wait a minute,
whose heart did you steal?
( — eyes roll in amusement, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. she wasn't wrong, not that he would ever admit to it. )
i think it might be the other way around. i think YOU missed me.
back straightening, as he recalled hearing the familiar name one too many times attached to the word witch, — she looked like anything but.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ are the fairies giving you a hard time this morning? ”
a tender grip on her hand as the boy bowed his head, lips brushing briefly over the top of her hand.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ my name's sonny. pleased to make it your acquaintance, miss agatha! ”
a sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his mouth,
( — shoulder bumps into hers, playfully, lips parting into a gentle smile. )
i don’t know, missed my home away from home, i guess. just didn’t imagine meeting you here, though. still enjoying being fairy godmother’s nightmare, is that it?
someone certainly decided to take the piss today and left a whole basket of red apples at his dorm’s door.
he knows it’s unlikely they are poisoned but . . . he’s not taking chances.
( — he snorts, relief seeping through at the realization he’d be free from a black eye for at least another day. )
⠀⠀⠀⠀if i didn’t know better i’d say you’ve grown fond of me, mel!
( — was the nickname too much? )