Felicity was mortified, that much was for sure. Three whole days she'd spent pining after Quin in an absurd way. It wasn't far from the truth but her actions and behavior had been borderline insane even if she'd managed to stay away from him since that first night when she'd surely made an utter fool of herself. In the meantime, she'd spent hours upon hours writing awful poetry and the like. She was just grateful she'd found all the awfully written items on her desk when she'd finally come around from the awful bout of amorentia induce infatuation. That meant she hadn't sent any of it to him.
And then she'd seen the edition of Witch Weekly talking about it all. She'd gotten off lucky, that was for sure, but she'd found the infatuation inducing letter stashed on her desk. She'd read it over again for good measure and was shocked that she'd believed such a thing. Not to mention the fact that it was nowhere near Quin's handwriting. Oh Merlin, what had she done.
Fearing she'd gone and ruined any possible chance the two might have at a future, she'd done what she had learned to do best. She baked up something for him. Then she headed straight to his shop, baked goods in tow as well as the incriminating letter and the Witch Weekly. She didn't know if he read it, he probably didn't, but she needed it all to explain. Hopefully he'd understand she hadn't been in her right might. While she had thoroughly enjoyed the kisses, the thought of them seared in her mind, she never would have done anything near so bold.
She let herself in, as she always did, and made her way to the back kitchen where he'd likely be. First sight of him saw her heart leaping into her throat and her mouth going instantly dry. Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as she looked to him, totally unsure of herself in that very moment.
"I'm so sorry," she ended up blurting from the doorway, hands holding tight to the basket and making her knuckles white in the process. She didn't dare step forward though, not even though he'd stood up. She hated feeling so unsure about herself but she was and didn't know how to proceed.
And then she'd seen the edition of Witch Weekly talking about it all. She'd gotten off lucky, that was for sure, but she'd found the infatuation inducing letter stashed on her desk. She'd read it over again for good measure and was shocked that she'd believed such a thing. Not to mention the fact that it was nowhere near Quin's handwriting. Oh Merlin, what had she done.
Fearing she'd gone and ruined any possible chance the two might have at a future, she'd done what she had learned to do best. She baked up something for him. Then she headed straight to his shop, baked goods in tow as well as the incriminating letter and the Witch Weekly. She didn't know if he read it, he probably didn't, but she needed it all to explain. Hopefully he'd understand she hadn't been in her right might. While she had thoroughly enjoyed the kisses, the thought of them seared in her mind, she never would have done anything near so bold.
She let herself in, as she always did, and made her way to the back kitchen where he'd likely be. First sight of him saw her heart leaping into her throat and her mouth going instantly dry. Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as she looked to him, totally unsure of herself in that very moment.
"I'm so sorry," she ended up blurting from the doorway, hands holding tight to the basket and making her knuckles white in the process. She didn't dare step forward though, not even though he'd stood up. She hated feeling so unsure about herself but she was and didn't know how to proceed.
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