Helga lowered her head in embarrassment as her cheeks tinted pink. She'd always dreamed of being a debutante so dark and mysterious that men trailed after her in attempts to figure her out, but Helga had the misfortune of being herself, always, and Mr. Longbottom's comments made it all the more apparent. She wondered what he thought of her: a ditzy debutante that he had to save every now and then? A source of amusement? A sorry soul? Merlin, she would be mortified if Harriet Prewett ever learned of the situations Mr. Longbottom had rescued her from!
"I would not ask for you to stay," she said, though she wished he would he would. (Who wouldn't want to sit next to a tall, handsome, strong quidditch player for a few minutes, especially one so eligible?) "Besides, I don't think any man will wish to dance with me for the remainder of the night." A thought equally disappointing as losing the company of Mr. Longbottom. She had such plans tonight, and now they were crumbling before her. If she had not been in public, nor so preoccupied by the gentleman's presence, she might have even pouted about it.
"I would not ask for you to stay," she said, though she wished he would he would. (Who wouldn't want to sit next to a tall, handsome, strong quidditch player for a few minutes, especially one so eligible?) "Besides, I don't think any man will wish to dance with me for the remainder of the night." A thought equally disappointing as losing the company of Mr. Longbottom. She had such plans tonight, and now they were crumbling before her. If she had not been in public, nor so preoccupied by the gentleman's presence, she might have even pouted about it.
— set by MJ! <3 —