Letting out as much of a smile as he could muster, Thomas nodded at her words about being busy.
“Yeah, the Quidditch is starting again soon and… everything with the fog.”
Once she turned, however, Thomas felt a knot in his stomach and it was very unlike the twist he felt when he thought of his father. She’d mentioned the attack during one of their letters though he’d hoped she would not have been largely injured. It seemed that was not the case.
“Well enough is good enough for me, Miss Potts. I’m sorry ‘bout the scar, but it’ll be right as new soon, I’m sure. At least you weren’t turned into a cat,” He tried to joke, “An’ you still look er, good, too. Er, nice. Pretty.” He fumbled a little.
Thomas wasn’t good at compliments. Truth be told, he was horrendous at them though he would still try where he felt it prudent. This seemed to be one of those times though the words came out of his mouth in a bit of an awkward slur.
“Yeah, the Quidditch is starting again soon and… everything with the fog.”
Once she turned, however, Thomas felt a knot in his stomach and it was very unlike the twist he felt when he thought of his father. She’d mentioned the attack during one of their letters though he’d hoped she would not have been largely injured. It seemed that was not the case.
“Well enough is good enough for me, Miss Potts. I’m sorry ‘bout the scar, but it’ll be right as new soon, I’m sure. At least you weren’t turned into a cat,” He tried to joke, “An’ you still look er, good, too. Er, nice. Pretty.” He fumbled a little.
Thomas wasn’t good at compliments. Truth be told, he was horrendous at them though he would still try where he felt it prudent. This seemed to be one of those times though the words came out of his mouth in a bit of an awkward slur.