As much as she wished to squeeze a few more minutes out of this very eventful interaction, Helga only knew what her mother would say if she was seen with her hair tousled, shoes dirtied, and skirt ruffled while she walked alongside Mr. Longbottom. She could only assume what everyone else would think, too, because they wouldn't know why she looked so disheveled!
She took a step forward and was dismayed—and admittedly daunted—by the stinging pain she felt in her ankle. She would have to navigate back to High Street in her heel-toed shoe without something to hold onto (and then she'd have to bear her mother's berating for the next hour). Oh well.
"I will be fine," she said, with a little more confidence than she felt. She smiled coyly at Mr. Longbottom, knowing that she'd find a time and place to see him again. Perhaps she'd talk to Nora and see what events she could get into... "I hope the next time we meet it will be under less distressing circumstances?"
She took a step forward and was dismayed—and admittedly daunted—by the stinging pain she felt in her ankle. She would have to navigate back to High Street in her heel-toed shoe without something to hold onto (and then she'd have to bear her mother's berating for the next hour). Oh well.
"I will be fine," she said, with a little more confidence than she felt. She smiled coyly at Mr. Longbottom, knowing that she'd find a time and place to see him again. Perhaps she'd talk to Nora and see what events she could get into... "I hope the next time we meet it will be under less distressing circumstances?"
— set by MJ! <3 —