Somehow, someway, he'd managed to pacify her, and it had only required him to thoroughly embarrass himself. He watched in disbelief as she wiped away her tears and thanked him—bloody thanked him!—for telling her the truth. Was she not going to poke fun at him? (He would have poked fun of him, if he was her. He supposed that was the difference between them, then.)
She never hated him and was sorry about the howler, which was great, only he had no idea what to do with himself or his body at the moment. He'd lost a year of friendship over fucking Divination and would likely flunk the OWL examination after stumbling through the last required year of it. He was really, very, truly pathetic—and somehow, she didn't seem to think so. Huh.
"It's fine. I'm sorry I was an arse," he mumbled, still unable to meet her eye. His gaze dropped back to her shoulder and then her hand, which was holding the handkerchief her bracelet had been wrapped him. His heart skipped a beat, and he reached into his back pocket.
"You probably don't want it anymore, and it will probably come with bad memories," he said, holding out his hand to reveal the bracelet, just as it was, in his palm, "but if you for some reason do, it's still yours." He'd planned on seeing if Denbright's would give him his knuts back for the broomstick charm, but he wouldn't tell her that. It was better on her wrist, if she would take it.
She never hated him and was sorry about the howler, which was great, only he had no idea what to do with himself or his body at the moment. He'd lost a year of friendship over fucking Divination and would likely flunk the OWL examination after stumbling through the last required year of it. He was really, very, truly pathetic—and somehow, she didn't seem to think so. Huh.
"It's fine. I'm sorry I was an arse," he mumbled, still unable to meet her eye. His gaze dropped back to her shoulder and then her hand, which was holding the handkerchief her bracelet had been wrapped him. His heart skipped a beat, and he reached into his back pocket.
"You probably don't want it anymore, and it will probably come with bad memories," he said, holding out his hand to reveal the bracelet, just as it was, in his palm, "but if you for some reason do, it's still yours." He'd planned on seeing if Denbright's would give him his knuts back for the broomstick charm, but he wouldn't tell her that. It was better on her wrist, if she would take it.
