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[tom_paddock]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Daily Grind' / Sept 2nd, 2006 / 7:42PM
Location: Great Hall, getting ready to take first years to the dorms
Open To: Margie
Currently Involving: Tom

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[margietheshy]

Margie didn't need to share any more headaches! Last year was enough, but already she could tell that this year was going to be the death of her. She had barely stopped the triplets from killing themselves on the train there and was just exhausted during dinner, managing to talk with a few friends and fill up so that she could make it through the rest of the night

[tom_paddock]

"If that's what it takes to get your attention, then yes," Tom said seriously, throwing in a smile for good measures. But then Margie was tripping and Tom was automatically putting out his hands on her shoulders to help try and steady her. He didn't want her falling over on him, although he wouldn't mind of course. What guy would mind the girl of their dreams falling on top of them

[margietheshy]

Margie's blush just intensified after his comment turning her face a lovely shade of pink and she shoved Tom a little, trying to turn her head so that her hair blocked her face. "Oh shove it. It was an accident!" She replied, able to at least look up at him and give him a look.

Oh. Talk. Right.

"Oh umm sure. Yah talking would be...good," she managed to get out, giving him a weak smile. Biting her lip, she then started to move towards the doors, trying her absolute hardest not to spazz out completely.

It was hard though, especially after spending a summer thinking about him and the...situation. But she managed to somehow have a semi normal face on by the time she turned to face him, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. Oh bugger.

[tom_paddock]

As Margie shoved Tom, he only moved out of the crowd to act as though she'd pushed him oh-so-hard. Laughing at her attempt, seeing as how it would have really been hard for her to actually move Tom, he turned back to her and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him. He didn't take notice of the blush, seeing as how he was so used to seeing it on her by now.

Once they were over by the doors, Tom rubbed his forehead a bit trying to think of how to start this, quickly putting his hands in the rear pockets of his trousers. "I really missed you," he admitted, turning a bit pink. "I understand if you never want to see me again or, you know, just want to be friends but--" Rubbing the back of his neck again, Tom looked over at the crowd forming at the entrance of the Great Hall.

"But-- I guess just want to know where we stand. I mean, I know where we're standing, I mean us, our... our relationship." Sweet Merlin. Tom didn't even know what he was saying anymore. He was somewhat talking to Margie sincerely, but he was somewhat on