au_muses :: Night
fifth yearThe night of the Yule Ball has come and gone, though it’s just barely gone as it’s only a few minutes past two in the morning. She’s already changed out of her periwinkle gown, but her hair is still up in its pretty knot of curls. She opts for a Weasley sweater and pajama pants to wear for rounds, because honestly, she sees no
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Hermione must have heard his voice, because just after these words were uttered, she appeared with the look of someone wanting to accomplish a goal. Rolling his eyes, not particularly wanting to move from this spot, he stuffed the tie into a trouser pocket. He allowed himself to link arms with her, hoping that the sooner he got everything done, the sooner he could go back to doing nothing. "Yule Ball was fun I guess, I'd rather not hafta wear this stupid formal shite though." At her last question, Murph looked at her questioningly, "O'course I noticed George. He was there wasn't 'e?"
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She was turning several shades of pink, but it was fairly dark, so she was optimistic Murph wouldn't notice. Oh, but she was talking rather quickly, which was a clear sign that she was likely about to freak out.
"And, he kissed me. A lot. I don't know what that means! Because, under normal circumstances, I would talk to him! But, I can't, because it concerns him! So, you have to solemnly swear to our best friends' code not to tell George or Fred that we had this discussion!"
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Of course, he was one who was easily excitable himself and normally he could understand someone's reasoning for acting irrationally, as awkward as that seemed. However, this seemed pretty straightforward, and he didn't know why his friend was getting so worked up.
"I'll swear if ye want me to, but there's nothin' t'say. If he kissed ye, he likes ye. That's what it means, I thought everyone knew that." Murph wasn't exactly a ladies man, but even he knew that much.
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