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[zoe_clarke]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Promises and Plans' / Monday, Oct 10 / 9 PM
Location: Quidditch Pitch
Open To: Trefor
Currently Involving: Zoe

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[trefor]

Trefor ran his sweaty palms down the outside of his robes over and over again. Walking towards the Qudditch feild he realized how many of his memories centered on it. All of the games, the practices, the wins, and losses. Also all of the times he'd tried to teach Zoe to fly. He still had the scars.

Zoe was already there standing in literally the middle of the field looking adorably cold. His pulse quickened. This was the hard part...talking to Zoe. For some reason things never came out the way he wanted them to around Zoe.

He raised his hand in a hello as he jogged over. "Hey Zo, thanks for...err..meeting me." Slick. Real slick.

[zoe_clarke]

"That's fine although there better be a good reason I'm freezing my metaphorical 'nads off here," she said with a smirk as Trefor approached her. She eyed him off and noticed he didn't seem to feel the cold at all. Damn boys and their inability to feel things! She looked around him to the Quidditch change rooms which were starting to look mighty appealing, but she'd see what Treff and how long they'd be here before she dragged him off. If he wanted to teach her to fly they'd only be here a very short time.

She did notice that he didn't look entirely comfortable though, so she motioned to the ground. "Care to take a seat?"

[trefor]

Trefor slipped his robes off revealing a dark green sweater and jeans. He wrapped it around Zoe's shoulders and pulled her hair out. He'd forgotten how soft her hair was. His hands shook, but not from the cold.

"Well I'm not out here to try and teach you to fly again. I'm not a masochist. Well mostly." Ugh. Why couldn't he just speak like a normal human being. He grimaced. Zoe was going to think he was a lunatic.

He sat down indian style on the grass and tilted his head back to look up at the dark sky. He sighed and concentrated on the issue at hand.

"Better? I wouldn't want you to freeze to death before we talked. It would mean I wasted all afternoon getting my thoughts together, and we both know how hard it is for me to think that much." He forced a laugh. Merlin he was a wreck.

[zoe_clarke]

Zoe's heart was about to explode, she was sure it was. How could he do things like with the robe and the hair and NOT KNOW what effect he was having on her? Did he not hear her heart thumping loudly? Did he somehow miss the way her breath hitched in her throat every time he touched her?

She bit back a laugh at the masochist comment. Anyone that was friends with Zoe had to be somewhat of a masochist. Instead she sat down opposite him, closer than she would have preferred. Their knees were touching. Was her body somehow magnetically drawn to his? She must be a masochist too. Who else would put themselves through such torture knowing that nothing could come of it? He'd only ever think of her as a friend. She had to move on. She had to listen to what he was saying!

Trefor had forced a laugh, so Zoe forced one out too, even though she'd had no idea what he'd said. Oh Merlin, his face looked sickly. What on earth did he have to tell her?