*invisible!Mina has actually snuck in behind a Ravenclaw house member to sneak in to see him, so this is in person. She reads it over your shoulder, and she can feel herself blush even if she can't see it*
Do...do you want it to go back to the way it was...or maybe...maybe we can keep going in a different direction?
*he looks around thoughtfully with slight suspicion, not liking the fact he can't see her, but smiling slightly at knowing she's there*
... It's alright...
*he calmly opens his journal to a blank page and taps his inked quill on the page thoughtfully, he knows she shouldn't be in here, but he's actually kind of happy she did*
... You shouldn't be here... But I'm kind of pleased you are... *he sighs softly and starts slowly sketching a flower on the page* ... And... I don't know... *he answered her honestly, glancing up and looking around briefly* I care for you... More than as a friend, I know that... I did even before...
... But I'm sorry things went the way they did. I don't regret it in the least, because that was... Special and important... But you deserved more than that... *he hesitated, wishing he could see her, or at least hold her hand*
I...what you must have thought of me...I...we'd never even kissed and... *she wrapped her arms around herself, not looking at him, even though she knew he couldn't see her* I was afraid. And embarrassed...
... You weren't yourself... Not at all... And neither was I... How could I even think to hold you to something you didn't do?
... Especially when... *He frowns very slightly, seeming very distant and sad for a long moment* ... What we did... Even though we weren't... We weren't us... But we still did it out of... ... I could never think badly about you for that... You were as overwhelmed by those memories as I was...
... And even though it wasn't truly 'us'... You shouldn't feel embarrassed... Moments like that are special, and should be remembered in the way the moment was... Not based on how you feel later because of any lingering uncertainties... ...We were in love... You should never regret love... It's too fleeting of a thing for regret... *he spent a long moment focused intently on his journal, pretending not to think as he slowly added proper shading to his sketch*
... Though again... I am sorry... Even not myself, I should have had more restraint than that... I apologize that I did not...
*she slowly starts to fade into existence again, unfortunately for her she's only wearing her nightgown and robe.* I just...how do we know it's real? How do I know...we know...that our feelings aren't because of that? I want....I want you to love me for me...not for some princess.
*he sighs quietly, closing his eyes for a moment, and smiling very slightly when he opens them, especially at noticing her starting to reappear* ... I...
... We don't... That's the point... But... I cared for you before now... If not quite the same... And I cared for you for you... Muggleborn adorably shy you, you who wants to show me Muggle things, you with Doxey bites on your nose... I loved you as a Princess, yes... But it wasn't the same...
... That you wasn't the girl I gave a rose to, wasn't the one I promised to have a picknick with, and certainly wasn't the one who promised to show me what 'movies' are... That girl is the one I cared for and hoped I would fully love some day... Not the Princess... The other me loved her... Not this me...
*hesitates only briefly before reaching out and lightly taking her hand in his, pulling it close and pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand before letting go of her, smiling very slightly, hopefully*
*she blushes brightly, scuffing her foot a bit* I just...I was worried. I...I really want you to like me...the way I like you too. But...it was really, really nice... *she rubs her nose* Stupid Doxie....*as he kisses the back of her hand she blushes even more and throws her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and not seeming to care about the fact that she was only in a nightgown and robe*
Though...we seem to have the same kind of luck they did. We still haven't had our picnic.
*his smile brightened at her words, indicating clearly how shyly pleased he was* ... I do like you... Very much... I... I don't think I should pledge undying love or anything like that quite yet... *he laughed very quietly* Since you're right... We never have even gotten out picnic yet... Though perhaps if things go right... *he glanced away briefly, shrugging, his tone kept wavering between as cautiously warm as he actually was feeling and the mild impassive tone his parents insisted was how he 'should' speak* ... But I likely could very easily...
Heh, and don't insult the poor Doxie... After all, I wouldn't have gotten to visit you that day elsewise... *He shook his head slightly, smiling softly* ... Though we do still need to see to that picnic, don't we? ...
Do...do you want it to go back to the way it was...or maybe...maybe we can keep going in a different direction?
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Oh...I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you...
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... It's alright...
*he calmly opens his journal to a blank page and taps his inked quill on the page thoughtfully, he knows she shouldn't be in here, but he's actually kind of happy she did*
... You shouldn't be here... But I'm kind of pleased you are... *he sighs softly and starts slowly sketching a flower on the page* ... And... I don't know... *he answered her honestly, glancing up and looking around briefly* I care for you... More than as a friend, I know that... I did even before...
... But I'm sorry things went the way they did. I don't regret it in the least, because that was... Special and important...
But you deserved more than that... *he hesitated, wishing he could see her, or at least hold her hand*
... Why are you invisible..?
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... You weren't yourself... Not at all... And neither was I... How could I even think to hold you to something you didn't do?
... Especially when... *He frowns very slightly, seeming very distant and sad for a long moment* ... What we did... Even though we weren't... We weren't us... But we still did it out of...
... I could never think badly about you for that... You were as overwhelmed by those memories as I was...
... And even though it wasn't truly 'us'... You shouldn't feel embarrassed... Moments like that are special, and should be remembered in the way the moment was... Not based on how you feel later because of any lingering uncertainties...
...We were in love... You should never regret love... It's too fleeting of a thing for regret... *he spent a long moment focused intently on his journal, pretending not to think as he slowly added proper shading to his sketch*
... Though again... I am sorry... Even not myself, I should have had more restraint than that... I apologize that I did not...
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... I...
... We don't... That's the point... But... I cared for you before now... If not quite the same... And I cared for you for you... Muggleborn adorably shy you, you who wants to show me Muggle things, you with Doxey bites on your nose... I loved you as a Princess, yes... But it wasn't the same...
... That you wasn't the girl I gave a rose to, wasn't the one I promised to have a picknick with, and certainly wasn't the one who promised to show me what 'movies' are... That girl is the one I cared for and hoped I would fully love some day... Not the Princess... The other me loved her... Not this me...
*hesitates only briefly before reaching out and lightly taking her hand in his, pulling it close and pressing a light kiss to the back of her hand before letting go of her, smiling very slightly, hopefully*
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Though...we seem to have the same kind of luck they did. We still haven't had our picnic.
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Heh, and don't insult the poor Doxie... After all, I wouldn't have gotten to visit you that day elsewise... *He shook his head slightly, smiling softly* ... Though we do still need to see to that picnic, don't we? ...
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