shalalalalala my oh my, look like the boy too shy
Name(s): Delita Heiral and Alma Beoulve
Location: Ravenclaw common room
Week: 43
Time: A day or two after the masquerade; nighttime.
Rating: Erm. PG?
Delita's idea that he and Alma re-enact their kiss from the Halloween masquerade, free of costumes and enchantments and any other bizarre influences, was made of that cold, hard logic that Ravenclaws were known for. Alma Beoulve was a Gryffindor through and through, however, and she was not a fan of this logic. So when Sakura suggested that she go to Delita right then and kiss him, instead of designating a time and place to do it, Alma was mostly onboard. ...Mostly. Spontaneity like this was easier for her to agree to than a meticulously thought out plan.
Thanks to the events of the masquerade, as well as Sakura's meddling, there were a lot of questions floating around around in her head that she could not find an answer to. One of those questions, of course, was whether or not she even wanted to do this. There was no turning back now, though, was there?
Carefully tucking her journal into her pocket, Alma took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and stepped inside the Ravenclaw common room. True to her word, Sakura had been there waiting to let her inside.
Her steps were slow and hesitant as she walked in to seek out Delita, and... almost shy. She'd told herself several times since leaving her room not to be nervous -- after all, this was his idea to begin with! She was just taking a little more initiative.
Location: Ravenclaw common room
Week: 43
Time: A day or two after the masquerade; nighttime.
Rating: Erm. PG?
Delita's idea that he and Alma re-enact their kiss from the Halloween masquerade, free of costumes and enchantments and any other bizarre influences, was made of that cold, hard logic that Ravenclaws were known for. Alma Beoulve was a Gryffindor through and through, however, and she was not a fan of this logic. So when Sakura suggested that she go to Delita right then and kiss him, instead of designating a time and place to do it, Alma was mostly onboard. ...Mostly. Spontaneity like this was easier for her to agree to than a meticulously thought out plan.
Thanks to the events of the masquerade, as well as Sakura's meddling, there were a lot of questions floating around around in her head that she could not find an answer to. One of those questions, of course, was whether or not she even wanted to do this. There was no turning back now, though, was there?
Carefully tucking her journal into her pocket, Alma took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and stepped inside the Ravenclaw common room. True to her word, Sakura had been there waiting to let her inside.
Her steps were slow and hesitant as she walked in to seek out Delita, and... almost shy. She'd told herself several times since leaving her room not to be nervous -- after all, this was his idea to begin with! She was just taking a little more initiative.