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[avis_abernathy]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Commencement' / Wednesday June 28th, 2006 / 7:32 PM.
Location: Gryffindor Tower, then to The Ball
Open To: Ben
Currently Involving: Avis

Yes, apparently Avis Abernathy did clean up nicely. Though it did help when Tatiana was recruited as your personal stylist.

But a whole lot of help it did if all Avis was doing was sitting in her

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[ben_connelly]

“I LOOK LIKE A PANSY,” Ben yelled from the other side of Avis’ door, finding that climbing on top of furniture and over banisters was a lot easier when he wasn’t beaten up and bleeding everywhere. “IT’S NOT GOING TO BE FOR NOTHING. GET YOU’RE ARSE OUT HERE, ABERNATHY, BEFORE I KILL YOU

[avis_abernathy]

Avis had sighed and was just about to storm out and drag that idiot out, after maybe screaming at him for a good hour or so, when she heard screaming outside her door. Her heart jumped a bit and she groaned, "FINALLY," as she seemed to bolt off the bed and fling the door open.

Maybe Avis had just wanted HIM to make the first move. . .oy, that sounded like she was waiting for him to ask her OUT or summat lame and insane of the sort! No, she. . .was waiting for him to. . .er. . .think of her! Yeah! To not be as lazy and actually do something himself!

That made sense, right?

Avis stared at Ben as she opened the door, very, VERY pleasantly surprised. That outfit wouldn't just lure Murray over. . .it would lure Avis over.

Well, a "tired" or "confused" or "weak" or any other excuse-Avis over.

"Wow," was all she managed to say, smiling at him widely, unable to do much of anything else. Hopefully Ben wouldn't notice.

[ben_connelly]

He stared.

All googly-eyed and boyish.

“I, er…” Ben stuttered, mouth unable to close completely to make actual words. “You…” He narrowed his eyes, scratching at his hair, becoming just slightly pink. This was… very odd. He’d never been speechless around a girl before, especially not AVIS. Physical things were lost on him, but this… her… oy.

“You look…” he tried again, blue eyes wide. “Er… wow.”

Ah, yes. The awkward stutterings and half-compliments of Ben Connelly. Certainly unmatchable.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind and actually BLINK, frowning at the “wow” she gave him. Seeing as he was Ben, this was automatically taken as a very bad thing.

“I know,” he whined, running a hand through his hair. The hair, of course, that chose today to swoosh up to the ceiling, seeming to defy gravity. His hair was always messy and defying gravity, sure, but today it was… even weirder. “I know, it’s horrible. There was just… NOTHING there, and I don’t have suits or anything ridiculous like that. I look like a sodding bird"That's

[avis_abernathy]

Well, at least she snapped out of her own weird funky mood. Avis blinked as he stared at her, instantly thinking something was wrong. No, he couldn't have been staring for a GOOD reason, right? She frowned and suddenly felt terribly insecure, looking down at her dress and pouting, "Oy, what, I look like utter shite, don't I? Do I have summat on my face? Is my hair all

[ben_connelly]

“You’re just trying to grab my butt, aren’t you?” Ben asked, looking over his shoulder at Avis fixing his jacket. Ignoring the part of him that really wouldn’t mind if she did, he scoffed, “You’ve gotta make up your mind, Av. My arse can’t live in fear of being grabbed again. Just get it over with now if you ever plan on doing it.”

… Why did that sound like he wanted her to?

Er, Ben thought it was fine if she held his hand! Why else would she have been pawing at it like that? It didn’t occur to him that they’d only held hands that time they kissed, but, well, it would have made sense why she didn’t take it.

“Fine,” he sighed, appearing to give in to Avis, even though she hadn’t really said she’d wanted him to dance. She said the opposite, actually, but it was Ben’s logic that thought she didn’t mean what she said. “You can get ONE dance. Any song, any type. I won’t be good at it, but Ill try. For you.”

… what the hell was that “for you” doing in there?!

[avis_abernathy]

Avis smirked and replied nonchalantly, "Oh of course. Why else would I be paying so much attention to your girly suit jacket?" she said snarkily. "Your arse. . .oh, I mean, your PERFECT arse is easily scared." Avis shot him an exaggeratedly seductive look and asked, "Can I grab it when we're down at the dance? In front of everyone, to make them all jealous

[ben_connelly]

“No!” Ben whined again, still laughing. “It doesn’t like being grabbed in the first place, it definitely doesn’t want to be grabbed in PUBLIC.” Oy. How embarrassing that would be! Thank MERLIN she wasn’t serious, Ben would’ve had a bit of a heart attack.

“Do you want it or not? Don’t keep hitting it or bumping it, its one way or the other!”

Alas, leave it up to Ben to completely miss that this was sort of awkward. He thought it was just a hand! Friends held hands jokingly sometimes, and it seemed that girls liked to do that, so what was the problem?!

“Go ahead and cheer,” he grumbled, stomping a little bit down the stairs. “But that’s it. ONE.”

Ugh. He was dreading it already.

[avis_abernathy]

"Wow, Connelly, I didn't know your bum had a mind of it's own," Avis smirked, whining again just to tease Ben. "Is it THAT perfect?"

Avis looked up at him with a bit of a deer-in-the-headlights expression, as if Ben had caught on to what she was secretly thinking. She almost took her hand completely back, turning a good shade of beet-red with embarrassment, and knew it would have been stupid for her to not take it now. Would have looked suspicious or summat. She whined childishly, "Okay," and carefully clasped his hand, trying to look completely nonchalant.

And not comfortable and happy that she was holding his hand.

Avis flounced on down the steps, tugging at his arm childishly, sighing and rolling her eyes, "Oy you bam, I'm not THAT bad to dance with, am I?"

Oy, weird insecure mardy feeling fearing his answer.