Leah didn't know whether Prudence's excessive ramblings were good or not - at least for the long-term - but it gave her the opportunity to dress without an awkward silence lingering in the air. Her cheeks were beat red, and she knew this would come up at some point, but she would put this conversation off as long as she could: either until the matter faded from their memories or until Prudence approached her.

"Yeah, Witch Weekly is awful," she echoed. "Poor Holliday." She wasn't paying attention to the context - no, her brain was far to fuzzy to do that. She felt embarrassed and confused and flustered (and even a little excited, but that emotion was effectively kicked to the back of her mind as her survival instincts kicked in).

After managing to get her dress on properly, Leah finally mustered the courage to turn to Prudence.

"We should go inside," she managed, swallowing down the saliva that continued to thicken in her throat. "The rain...I mean, I wouldn't want you to get sick." She tried to smile; it didn't reach her eyes.

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"You're right, I complain too much when I'm sick," She replied with her own forced smile, "Maybe we should just make a run for it? I don't think the rain is going to let up anytime soon and I don't want to miss dinner." Or be stuck in the confusingly tense tent any longer. Her mouth had gone dry and her pulse pounded irregularly.

Pru withdrew her wand from her day dress pocket and muttered a spell that conjured up a nearly invisible umbrella. Hopefully it would hold up well, despite the battering of emotions she was currently experiencing.

  

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Making a run for it was good, Leah rationalized. It would mean getting out of the tent - and the rain - without having to talk to Prudence along the way. (It wasn't that she didn't want to talk to Prudence ever. She was just not in a position to do it without either embarrassing or making an ass of herself.)

"Yes, let's!" she said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. She reached down and hastily retrieved her belongings, wadding up her swimsuit into s ball and grabbing her towel, before she stood back up. "I'll race you! Loser has to pay for snacks!" And then, without waiting for Pru to respond, she hurried out of the tent, her fear of thunder completely overwhelmed by her fear of awkwardness. Or worse.

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