Olivia
That's perfectly fine.
Sat Nov 23, 2013 22:02
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As the stranger seated himself across from her, Olivia bit her lip, unsure of what she was supposed to do in this situation. She was not particularly obtrusive in general, and behind a wall of books, it made sense to have not noticed her, but the awkwardness of her presence rendered the situation nearly unbearable. She wondered at how to escape, but the only way out that came to mind was slowly and quietly sliding out of her chair and crawling, but she could definitely not do that.

She thought maybe-... “Mon Dieu!” Well, too late. He had spotted her. Now it was just embarrassing for both of them, and the fifth year felt a blush rising in her cheeks as he exclaimed in French. “ My apologies. I mean to say that I did not see you there. Please forgive my intrusion upon your presence,” said the boy, a strong accent pointing to French origins.

“Oh, um, you’re fine,” she offered with obvious apprehension, remnants of Yorkshire in her voice despite years of living Stateside with Aunt Ava and Uncle Blake and attending an American school. It had faded some in this time, but it remained a firm reminder of her background, though to an untrained ear its specifics beyond “United Kingdom” a mystery. Olivia imagined France might have had some sectionalism as well, beyond her ear’s recognition. That, however, was hardly the foremost of her thoughts at the moment.

While Olivia was always a bit on the awkward side, this situation was probably her shining moment in the field. “You are, uh, welcome to stay here. I mean, in at this table.” The redness of her cheeks remained potent, as if painted there by an invisible artist with cruel intentions. She almost preferred not being seen at all to being seen like this!

A pale finger played idly with brunette curls. Now that they were talking—sort of?—Olivia figured the only thing to do was introduce herself. This did not, however, negate her discomfort in doing so. “Um… So... I’m Olivia?” It was obviously a statement, though it came out bearing a question’s inflection. “Are you new?” A stupid inquisition perhaps, but at least it was intended to be inquisitive.

  • Can I join you? I promise not to be a bother.Demitri de Frère, Sat Nov 23 21:32
    Demitri de Frère walked the halls of Rocky Mountain International as best he could without drawing attention to himself. As the only transfer student to come in a few weeks after the term had... more
    • That's perfectly fine. — Olivia, Sat Nov 23 22:02
      • As long as you're sure.Demitri, Sat Nov 23 22:27
        “Oh, um, you’re fine,” Brown eyes flickered across the features of the person seated at the same table as he. The Yorkshire accent caused him to raise his eyebrows slightly, as it was something he... more
        • I might be a bother, though.Olivia, Sat Nov 23 23:17
          “Oh, you aren’t a bother at all,” Olivia replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly. She did not want him to think poorly of himself, especially when he was being so sweet and considerate. Obviously she did... more
          • Not in my opinion.Demitri, Sun Nov 24 14:06
            “O-oh, no. The honor’s, um, all mine," If Demitri hadn’t already been blushing, he certainly would have started then. He was afraid for a split second that Olivia saw through him, that maybe she had... more
            • An involuntary cringe resulted from the crash of the fallen chair. It had not been terribly loud, but it pierced the serene environment, booming suddenly before fading away. As of late, Olivia had... more
              • “Please don’t go,” Demitri let out a breath of relief, one he hadn’t realized he was holding, at the girl’s words. He would have left if she’d asked him too, maybe he would have just moved to another ... more
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