She couldn’t help but grin at that. No, he had never been anything less than nice; polite and patient and honest and trustworthy and –
...well, a perfect gentleman, Jemima supposed, as he offered his arm to her. So it wasn’t as though she had anything to complain about: everyone talked about rakes and cads and scoundrels, and Mr. Humphrey-Mavis was obviously the opposite of that; even though he was a quidditch player, even though he was probably too young to be thinking of marrying.
“Yes, let’s,” Jemima agreed brightly. It was just that, she wouldn’t have minded. If he had wanted to... take advantage. He was happy to promenade around some boring old museum with her, true, that was a hopeful sign; but maybe that was just him thinking himself a friend to her. And even if that was all, she was grateful for it, truly she was! So Jemima settled her hand upon his arm, but before he could start off down the hall with her, she clung on more tightly, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
Just to express her – gratitude. You know.
...well, a perfect gentleman, Jemima supposed, as he offered his arm to her. So it wasn’t as though she had anything to complain about: everyone talked about rakes and cads and scoundrels, and Mr. Humphrey-Mavis was obviously the opposite of that; even though he was a quidditch player, even though he was probably too young to be thinking of marrying.
“Yes, let’s,” Jemima agreed brightly. It was just that, she wouldn’t have minded. If he had wanted to... take advantage. He was happy to promenade around some boring old museum with her, true, that was a hopeful sign; but maybe that was just him thinking himself a friend to her. And even if that was all, she was grateful for it, truly she was! So Jemima settled her hand upon his arm, but before he could start off down the hall with her, she clung on more tightly, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.
Just to express her – gratitude. You know.
