He was plainly surprised to see her. Ursula's stomach knotted. Why had she put herself in this position? He was going to assume all sorts probably. How much could he read into the fact that she'd willingly approached him? Far too much. "It was very pleasant." She regretted her hasty choice of words instantly; she'd barely paid any attention at all but 'pleasant' seemed like a poor choice indeed. Now he would think she hadn't thought much of it at all because she ought to have said something more along the lines of 'exciting' or at least 'entertaining'. It took her a moment to remember that she wasn't supposed to be in the business of minding his feelings anymore and that any offense he might decide to take could only be a good thing as it would widen the chasm between them.
"It's quite ingenious." The compliment sounded gratuitous once it was spoken and she regretted it even more than the unintentional nonchalance she had unwisely been trying to make up for. Ursula's eyes glazed over a little as she internally seethed at her sudden and very obvious loss of social grace, as well as the fragile state of her composure. Would that she could get her hands on a time turner and prevent herself from attending at all.
Realizing that she'd been staring vacantly at his right ear for a couple seconds longer than could be called normal, she forced herself back into action. "Broomstick." ...Was not the first word that was supposed to come out of her mouth. She didn't need a mirror to know that her face was rapidly changing color. What an inarticulate idiot she was making herself look! "Y-You know a great deal about broomsticks." Rather than a statement, it was supposed to be a polite question to steer the conversation to its intended destination but now she sounded even more foolish and what had become of that mythical thing called composure. Ursula fixed her gaze upon a random patch of grass over his shoulder and prayed for her sudden and painless death.
"It's quite ingenious." The compliment sounded gratuitous once it was spoken and she regretted it even more than the unintentional nonchalance she had unwisely been trying to make up for. Ursula's eyes glazed over a little as she internally seethed at her sudden and very obvious loss of social grace, as well as the fragile state of her composure. Would that she could get her hands on a time turner and prevent herself from attending at all.
Realizing that she'd been staring vacantly at his right ear for a couple seconds longer than could be called normal, she forced herself back into action. "Broomstick." ...Was not the first word that was supposed to come out of her mouth. She didn't need a mirror to know that her face was rapidly changing color. What an inarticulate idiot she was making herself look! "Y-You know a great deal about broomsticks." Rather than a statement, it was supposed to be a polite question to steer the conversation to its intended destination but now she sounded even more foolish and what had become of that mythical thing called composure. Ursula fixed her gaze upon a random patch of grass over his shoulder and prayed for her sudden and painless death.
