Juliet is lying out on the cool grass and looking up at the starry sky with both wonder and jealousy. She is thinking about many things tonight, not just Romeo for a change, but she is a bit lonely so company is always welcome
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Here, Harry. Have a Tonks. She recognizes the trunk as being something like what Hogwarts students use. Plus, y'know, wand in back pocket, kind of a giveaway."
"Erhm." It takes him by surprise. For ten years of his life he was never hugged, and now he gets them more than ever, especially here. "Yeah, that's... that's fine. I mean, I wouldn't... I wouldn't be against it or anything... if... if you wanted to."
Dora hugs him. Well, really, she trips over the corner of his trunk and grabs onto him so as not to, y'know, topple over, but once she gets her balance, it's a hug.
"Sorry. Clumsy."
She's rather petite, right now at least, and only comes up to about his chin, despite the fact that she's older.
This causes her to pull back a bit, frown, and concentrate hard for a moment.
Harry may be surprised to see her grow at least three and a half inches in front of his eyes. "There," she says in a satisfied tone. "Much better." Still shorter, but not by as much.
Harry is surprised, both when she topples on to him, and more so when she grows right in front of him.
He's so surprised that it takes him a moment to hug her back.
It's certainly incredibly rare that such a pretty girl is hugging him, as well, that thought has not escaped Harry either, though he's trying desperately not to think about it so he doesn't blush again.
"Oh!" Dora smiles. "Well, you've got a good friend, then - the Weasleys are a good bunch. I'm friends with Charlie, he's in my year."
She may have had a bit of a crush on him her third year. But not anymore. Really. The faint red tint to her hair tips (the hair's back to blonde and purple) is just your imagination.
"Oh, Charlie? Yeah, Ron's told me all about his older brothers and everything. There's a lot of them. They've kinda taken me in. Mrs. Weasley always makes sure to get me something for Christmas, that sort of thing." Harry smiles. "They've all been really nice to me."
"'Course they have," Dora says in a "duh" sort of tone. "They're the nicest purebloods I've ever met." She shifts a little. "So, your other friend's muggleborn, huh? How's she doing? Anybody in Slytherin or Ravenclaw giving her a hard time?"
"Wotcher. You from Hogwarts?"
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She's a very physically affectionate person. Gets it from Da, and her Gram and Pappy.
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Oh, bloody hell..
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"Sorry. Clumsy."
She's rather petite, right now at least, and only comes up to about his chin, despite the fact that she's older.
This causes her to pull back a bit, frown, and concentrate hard for a moment.
Harry may be surprised to see her grow at least three and a half inches in front of his eyes. "There," she says in a satisfied tone. "Much better." Still shorter, but not by as much.
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He's so surprised that it takes him a moment to hug her back.
It's certainly incredibly rare that such a pretty girl is hugging him, as well, that thought has not escaped Harry either, though he's trying desperately not to think about it so he doesn't blush again.
Too late.
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She still doesn't notice the blush.
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That's an understatement.
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Always look for the silver lining. "And hey, at least you've got friends, right?"
She's assuming here...
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She may have had a bit of a crush on him her third year. But not anymore. Really. The faint red tint to her hair tips (the hair's back to blonde and purple) is just your imagination.
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