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Post by Wesley Thorsen on Mar 13, 2023 20:29:43 GMT -8
Wesley is proud of himself for eliciting such a response from Heather. Her laugh is infectious and he can't help but grin goofily. He is distracted when her hand slides through her hair. It's a real pretty shade of red. Wesley doesn't know any redheads and as he sits across from this pretty girl he is aware now how nice of a color it really is. Wesley laughs, "Wow, quite the day indeed. If ever there was a perfect day I think you nailed it." Then he pauses for a second and adds, "Except dessert. You can't forget to hop over to a new country for dessert." He can't help himself and the wink that follows just feels natural.
He imagines her dancing the night away and it feels like it would be a happy day indeed. She seems lively and fun. He makes a 'Hmmm' sound as he considers her next question. "Well, I don't know if you've ever needed a direct route to honeydukes, but if you did, I know just the secret path to take." He said. Wesley has heard of numerous secret passageways in and out of school grounds. He only knew of the one-eyed witch passage that led to Honeydukes and the Gregory the Smarmy ... But there were still many more to be discovered, he was sure of that. There were also secret rooms throughout the castle as well, but he didn't know the locations of any of those. Yet.
Wesley wanted to learn more about Heather; he needed question that would give more insight into her personality and sense of humor, "What is the most awkward situation you ever found yourself in?" He smirks a little, curious how honest she'll be or what kind of tale she'll reveal.
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Post by Heather Nicholson on Mar 20, 2023 18:00:29 GMT -8
"Oooh, a direct route to Honeydukes? Consider me intrigued..." she leans forward with a smile. "Perhaps you'll have to show me on the way to getting your favorite dessert," she suggests with a smile. "Most awkward situation... Hmmm..." she bites down on her lower lip as she thinks through a few memories. "So I was out in Edinburgh at a muggle pub and this woman sat next to me and she was watching the football game on television. And all of a sudden, she says hello and asking me how my day went, etc. And all the meanwhile, her eyes are glued to the television. So I'm watching it with her and responding...only to find out about twenty minutes later when she said "goodbye" that she wasn't actually speaking to me. She was using one of those portable telephones they have, that are the tiny things that fit into their ears? You know? It was horrible." She facepalmed. "The bartender wouldn't let me live it down. He said he was keeping track of how long it would go before I noticed." She laughed. "It keeps me up at night sometimes."
She glances down at her drink. "I may need another. Let's see... if you could only travel with a broom or floo powder forever. Which would you choose?"
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on Mar 20, 2023 21:13:26 GMT -8
Wesley listened with interest as Heather spoke. He wad very invested in her story and he could not help but laugh when she got to the reveal. portable telephones…the tiny things that fit into their ears She’d said. He laughed again. Wesley is a halfblood. His father and his father’s family were all muggles. New to the whole world of magic, so he knew what a cell phone was. Despite having a witch for a mom, the muggle side of his life was definitely dominant and then, the older he got the more magic seemed to take over until finally he received his letter and everything really changed. Now his muggle side felt dormant. “I’m sorry… but also, twenty whole minutes?” He laughs again, “That is impressive.”
Wesley grins and supplies Heather with her next round of drink, happy to keep her here with him. He didn’t even have to think about her next question, “Oh easy one. Broom.” He say, assuredly. “I’m a keeper.” He winks, taking a casual sip. “Sorry, I meant, I’m the Keeper for the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Do you play?” He asked and then shook his head, “Wait, that’s not my official question…” He clarified, as per their game of questions. He thought for a moment, did he want to ask something about her likes or dislikes? Something about her past or present? Then he figured what the hell, “My next question for you is… have you heard of that homecoming dance that’s being held soon?”
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Post by Heather Nicholson on Mar 22, 2023 18:36:43 GMT -8
"I live to impress," she said and flipped her hair over her shoulder with a playful smile. She thanked him for her next drink. She pulled it toward her and took a sip. "You're right the cinnamon makes a big difference." Then she laughs as he talks about his quidditch position.
"I'm a chaser. So perhaps I'll have to put your skills to the test," she gives a playful challenge. At his next question she leans forward again. "I have...do you have a follow up question for me?" she asked him with a quirk of an eyebrow. There was a hint of a smile on her face, her cheeks a little flushed. She hoped she wasn't reading this situation wrong. That would be really embarrassing.
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on Mar 22, 2023 21:15:20 GMT -8
"See!" Wesley cheers her mug. "Cinnamon for the win." He laughs at the simple unintentional rhyme but is admittedly distracted by the flip of her hair. The motion sent a wave of whatever she used to wash her hair with and it smelt good. He tries not to stare at her lips as she takes a sip of her drink. Jeeze. He thinks, mentally criticizing himself.
Wesley is pleased to hear that Heather plays for her house, a little healthy competition is always a good time. "Test me anytime." Wesley responds, raising both hands in a bring-it-on gesture. Now, for the real question at hand-- "If that's your question for me..." Wesley laughs, "Then yes, I do have a follow up question for you."
Wesley swirls the remaining liquid in his cup, actually a little nervous. What if said no? How embarrassing would that be? "If you don't have a date already, would you like to be mine, Heather?" He looks at her with light blue eyes that seemed darker than usual under this pub lighting.
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Post by Heather Nicholson on Mar 28, 2023 20:59:55 GMT -8
Her smile widens as he asks her the question, her cheeks getting hot. This was definitely not how she expected her day to go, but this was very nice surprise. She leans in toward him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Then she says, "I'd love nothing more." She leans back again, more to make sure she didn't get ahead of herself. This guy was ridiculously handsome. Take things slow, she reminded herself.
"Did you think when you woke up this morning you'd have a date to the dance by the end of the day?" she asked him playfully.
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on Mar 29, 2023 19:17:29 GMT -8
Wesley gauges Heather’s reaction, she seems excited which makes him feel just about the same and when she leans forward across the table? He can’t stop himself from staring at her lips. How easy it would be to close the distance between them. He forces himself to meet her eyes once more. Wes was thrilled by her reply. She said yes! His eyes drift toward her lips again. Damn. He never would have guessed his night would play out this way when he first set out for his go-to homework spot. Heather must have been thinking the same way he was which made him laugh a little. “I couldn’t have planned this day better if I even tried.” He responds. “How about you?” He directed it back at her, wondering how she was feeling in this moment. He was honestly shocked no one had asked her yet. How did he get so lucky?
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Post by Heather Nicholson on Mar 29, 2023 21:40:01 GMT -8
She was very aware of where his gaze was and it took everything in her not to smile like an idiot. "I'm terrible at divination anyway, but I definitely didn't see this coming that's for sure. This was a very nice surprise, Wesley," she tells him. "The cinnamon in the butterbeer, I mean." She teases with a wink. She very much hoped that they'd see more of each other after the dance. Perhaps this would lead to something more? Wouldn't that be exciting?
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Post by Wesley Thorsen on Mar 30, 2023 22:00:12 GMT -8
When Heather winks at Wesley he wants to just reach across the table and pull her to him. He's chatted with his fair share of girls before, but he’s never felt such an instant connection. He spies a clock hanging on the wall in the distance behind Heather and is shocked, “Woa, look at the time...” It had simply flown by. He glances around and sees that they are some of the last customers sitting at tables. Most of the people left were all hanging by the bar and chatting boisterously.
He looks back to Heather not wanting the night to end, but knowing if he didn’t get back to his dorm and actually finish this paper he would be in trouble. “I hate to leave.” He says, and he really means it, “But the end of this night means one day closer to seeing you at the dance.” Now it’s him who winks at her. He is amped now, for the upcoming dance. He tries to imagine what kind of dress she will wear… and he knows that keeping his distance will be impossible then.
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