To Make Magic
"Oh my goodness, he is so cute!" You exclaim once you get a good look at the pictures they're all fawning over.
"Isn't he?" one of the girls answers, then sighs dramatically. "I'm waiting for the day he'll come riding in on a broomstick, scoop me up in his arms, and fly me away to his castle." She fake swoons, then bursts into a fit of giggles with the girl beside her.
The girl next to you snorts and rolls her eyes. "Oh come now, why would he ever choose you when he could have me?" She strikes a pose and blows a kiss in the direction of the magazine.
"You're both wrong," you say, "he would of course choose me." You pretend to brush some invisible lint off your shoulder and shrug as if it's obvious. The girls giggle again and one pushes you playfully on the arm.
Much of the rest of the journey passes the same way, and when you arrive at Hogsmead Station your cheeks are burning from all the exercise.
"Isn't he?" one of the girls answers, then sighs dramatically. "I'm waiting for the day he'll come riding in on a broomstick, scoop me up in his arms, and fly me away to his castle." She fake swoons, then bursts into a fit of giggles with the girl beside her.
The girl next to you snorts and rolls her eyes. "Oh come now, why would he ever choose you when he could have me?" She strikes a pose and blows a kiss in the direction of the magazine.
"You're both wrong," you say, "he would of course choose me." You pretend to brush some invisible lint off your shoulder and shrug as if it's obvious. The girls giggle again and one pushes you playfully on the arm.
Much of the rest of the journey passes the same way, and when you arrive at Hogsmead Station your cheeks are burning from all the exercise.