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[esme_hinde]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer '06' / August 7, 2006 / 10.53AM
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Ben
Currently Involving: Esme

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[ben_connelly]

Ben Connelly, the boy who loved to be bumped into.

Or, more creatively: Ben Connelly, the boy with magnets in his pants.

The suggestiveness of such a title was, of course, lost on Ben. There just seemed to be a running theme of people running into him. You know, ACTUALLY running into him. Ben knew he wasn’t exactly graceful or smooth or anything, but this was getting to be a little ridiculous. Maybe he should start dressing in neons, or something, put a scar on his forehead, anything that would get people to NOTICE him and, you know, not crash into him.

But, ew, being noticed. He didn’t really like that idea.

Ben went stumbling backwards as he was hit by someone, bumping his hip into a fruit display. A pile of lemons rolled to the ground, making Ben flail about awkwardly as he tried to fix them. Realizing it was a lost cause, he stepped away, as if it say “IT WASN’T ME!”

He blinked, the fact that he’d been addressed not really registering for a minute or so.

Blushing took energy, after all. Erm…

“Oh, uh, hey,” he grunted, looking OH so thrilled to see Esme. He didn’t have anything against her, really, she was just… happy. Really happy. And er… Ben didn’t get it.

[esme_hinde]

It wasn't really the animal magnetism coming from Ben that was the cause of Esme's stumble but more of her innate clumsiness. He was the fifth person she'd wandered into today, and counting. She really should've finished the whole awkward-teenager phase, but it seemed to be incredibly persistent with her.

Annnyway.

She couldn't help but giggle at Ben's face as he sent lemons rolling everywhere, though. She did love to be the cause of some good old fashioned mayhem!

Ignoring the less than enthusiastic greeting, Esme merrily started to chat to him, taking his arm so that he really didn't have much choice - he either had to walk with her or be terribly rude. The thought that this may perhaps be unwelcome never really crossed Esme's cheerful mind. "So how has your summer been so far? Been up to anything exciting?"

[ben_connelly]

Oh, Merlin, no! NOT animal magnetism! Just a… regular magnet. Seeing as blokes ran into him to, and it would be very odd if… well, yes. But if there WAS a magnet hidden in his pants, maybe it was so strong it dragged everyone over to him, causing collision after collision.

In Ben’s mind, that was the only thing to explain it.

Perhaps he should get new pants. This was getting a little ridiculous.

Ever the socialite, Ben started to feel a little sick when Esme took his arm, trying to shake her off. He wiggled his arm around, sending her an annoyed look, wondering why she felt the need to grab a hold of him.

“It’s fine,” he answered, grumbling, not bothering to return the question.

She’d probably tell him anyway, though.

[esme_hinde]

Even Esme was kind of getting the feeling that Ben wasn't really appreciating her efforts at friendly conversation. Ever determined, however, and aware that after grabbing his arm it would look slightly silly if she relented now and went away, she blithely continued although she couldn't resist the teasing edge that crept into her voice. "Wow, sounds like a stunning summer!" she replied with an innocent voice. "It's lovely to hear such enthusiasm."

Not letting him reply to this even if he'd wanted to, she carried on, bored of the sarcasm already. "I've been missing everyone terribly. It's probably because I haven't got enough to do and when I get bored I get lonely." She stifled a chuckle at the thought that he probably wished she had something better to do. Forcing Ben to chat to her really could be amusing.