Lobster vs short red lady? It'd be an easy mistake!
Thu Nov 28, 2013 00:58

“Really this was just a way for me to get back on my feet after… something.”

Estelle didn’t generally miss very much. Not to say that she ever managed to pick up on all the subtleties of speech; that was a feat she doubted many, if any, could accomplish. For the first couple years of university, she had lived on the campus dorms, and she’d had one roommate in particular who was sharp as a needle, pouncing on her within mere seconds of walking in the door to quiz her on the idly fretting thoughts buzzing around her head, or silently leaving in the middle of a quiet Saturday lounging together in the dorm commons only to return bearing some hot beverage that perfectly soothed her stomach on one of its grumpy days. Compared to that level of sensitivity… hah, no, Estelle wasn’t anywhere near it, neither by the definition of the ‘sensitive’ as in ‘sensing what other people weren’t verbally saying’ nor the ‘sensitive’ as in ‘knowing how to appropriately react in said situation’. But she wasn’t exactly dense, either, so when Liam paused ever so slightly mid-sentence, she did notice.

Brown eyes flickered briefly towards him, and as always when it was clear to her that something was being hidden, the person at hand unwilling to talk about it, redirecting the conversation, it made her feel all the more inclined to prod the topic back onto wherever they had skidded off. Some event had happened in Liam’s life that had been part of what drove him to Rocky Mountain International, and she wanted to know what it was. He had kept on talking, though, adding more information which she was equally curious to hear, and after some internal deliberation, she decided against asking him what this evaded something was. ‘Besides, you’ve only known the guy for, what, half an hour, tops?’ People usually didn’t blurt out their life stories to essential strangers. ‘But he’s totally not a stranger! He’s an archaeologist!’

She snickered, both at the thought and at his confession that he too had come to grow fond of their teacher’s role. This was exactly the sort of thing that some of her old friends back home had liked to tease the Blair siblings for. When offered a set of willing ears, all three of them became entirely willing to ramble on. They still had a slight personal boundary, but it was marginal, and overall the concept of secrecy appeared non-existent… Er, mostly non-existent. Coop was starting to clam up a bit, but having a Muggle partner whom you were scared to talk magic with did that to you, apparently. Though as she’d pointed out to him, he couldn’t hide his heritage forever, not when a Muggle was carrying a wizard’s child - his child - her surprise niece-or-nephew - But that was a thought process for another time and right now she was quite content to shuttle it off to the side, setting her fork down to lean forwards and cross her arms over the table’s edge while her cheeks forced another blush on her at the next words to leave his lips. Stupid cheeks.

It was okay, though. She could just focus on his face instead and pretend her heeled boots weren’t happily bouncing under the table again, and somewhere in the process, the blush would fade, eventually. Besides, he had nice eyes. Having dark eyes herself, she was rather partial to that shade.

“Aye then, we can’t let you be a disappointment to yourself,” she agreed, her smile persistently lingering. Good gosh, she hadn’t smiled this much in… Well, since Egypt, probably, which struck her as being pretty ironic, what with the company she was currently in. Teeth indenting her lower lip, she glanced down at her (now mostly emptied) plate before returning her gaze to him. “You know,” she suggested slyly, “if a second date is on the table, I wouldn’t be opposed to seafood again.” Not that she was a picky eater, not in the least, but after years living off coastal markets and salty air, seafood was comforting to her, bringing up pleasantly hazy childhood memories of the cozy little bungalow they used to live in with its flimsy curtains and walls carefully painted in successively newer layers over the chipped old ones. Musing it over, she wondered aloud, “Can this even be considered a first date, though, seeing as it was totally a set-up? Ordinarily I’d say not a chance, but if you want to make an exception, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

  • Liam chuckled at the way Estelle spoke of her height. She was at least a good foot or so shorter than he, but it didn’t make her adorable like some. Cayden Bloom, one of his new students was a tiny... more
    • Lobster vs short red lady? It'd be an easy mistake! — Estelle, Thu Nov 28 00:58
      • Easy for some maybe, but not me.Liam, Sat Nov 30 19:12
        “Can this even be considered a first date, though, seeing as it was totally a set-up? Ordinarily I’d say not a chance, but if you want to make an exception, I wouldn’t be opposed.” Liam tapped his... more
        • And this here night's resolvedEstelle, Wed Dec 18 13:39
          Impatient, she twirled her fork between her fingers and tried not to blatantly stare at Liam while waiting for his answer. Perhaps he was just pretending to be hesitant, the thought reminding her of... more
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