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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Apr 24, 2009 15:32:30 GMT -5
Caelan had a session with a little boy at Hogwarts in an hour, so she rushed into Scrivenshafts. She'd been reading a muggle romance novel (the kind that make her bite her nails as she read certain parts) and lost track of time. She needed to restock on parchment, which she went through at an alarming rate.
In her hurry, she didn't quite see who was in front of her, and literally ran into someone.
"Oh, I am so sorry," she said, dropping to the ground to pick up the supplies that spilled before she even looked at her poor victim.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Apr 24, 2009 21:13:14 GMT -5
Damon had gone into the quill shop to pick up a few supplies. He didn't really do much with his days, being pretty much a man of leisure. His parents had a pool and he spent much of his time there, or exercising, or hanging out with his friends. Today he had decided to actually be useful to his father, and so he went to pick up some quills, inkpots, and parchment.
He had actually just walked into the store when he was literally blindsided by a blonde streak. She dropped her armful of supplies in the collision, and he automatically bent down with her to help her pick up her supplies. Her head was bent down and he couldn't see her face right away, but she was polite, and he appreciated that at least.
"It's OK," he said. "These things happen. Here." He handed her a few pages that had scattered out of her reach.
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Apr 24, 2009 22:01:57 GMT -5
"Thank you. Oh, Merlin, how absolutely embarassing," Caelan said, taking the papers from him and finally looking up, their eyes meeting.
Fantastic. Not only did she had to body check someone, but it had to be a very cute someone who probably now thought she was clumsy and incompetent. "I can be graceful, I swear," she added, finding she needed something to fill the silence that fell when she looked up.
"Are you okay?"
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Apr 24, 2009 22:49:20 GMT -5
Damon laughed. Now that he could see her face, he noticed that the girl was extremely pretty. He was willing to forgive almost anything for a pretty face. Had it been one of his brothers, he was sure that they would not have been quite as forgiving, but Damon never saw any sense in being angry over something so innocent.
"Hey, really. Don't worry about it. It's cool. I'm not always the most graceful person in the world, either. It happens, you know? I'm fine, really. I barely even felt it."
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Apr 25, 2009 0:51:49 GMT -5
Caelan paused and really looked at him, and the sigh that she let escape left her smiling. She wanted to apologize again, but thought better of it, and straightened all of her things before she held out her hand.
"I'm Caelan," she said. "I figure that you should probably know who nearly knocked you off your feet," she added with a slight laugh. If she couldn't laugh about it, how did she expect him to? Besides, she was nervous on the inside, tripping over her words mentally. This would be so much easier if it was a kid she'd run into.
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Apr 25, 2009 1:01:11 GMT -5
Damon smiled politely. "It's nice to meet you, Caelin," he said. "I'm Damon."
He couldn't quite understand why she was so flustered. Was he so intimidating? He'd told her it was fine. She didn't need to be embarrassed. Still, he sort of liked the breathy tone of her voice and the little nervous laugh.
His intended mission already forgotten, he held his hand out to her. "Where were you headed? Maybe I could walk you there and help you carry your stuff. That way, I can alert you if you're about to run into anyone else."
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Apr 25, 2009 1:17:54 GMT -5
"It's nice to meet you, too, Damon," Caelan said, and she flushed a light shade of red when he offered to walk her wherever she was going. Why would she do that? She might have killed him.
But the end of the sentence made her laugh, unexpectedly. "I'm actually headed to Hogwarts... I'm supposed to meet someone... for tutoring." Merlin, was she stuttering? She just didn't want him to think that she was meeting a guy, and wouldn't walk her. "It's far, though, you don't have to."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Apr 25, 2009 1:28:46 GMT -5
It wasn't like Damon had anything better to do. His plans had pretty much consisted of getting the supplies, then going back home to lounge in front of the indoor pool for a while, doing a few laps, then having dinner. He was really pretty dull most of the time. So why couldn't he take a little time to walk with a pretty girl?
"Hogwarts isn't that far," he said. "I don't really have any other plans for today. I don't mind walking you. After all, you might qualify as a deadly weapon with the way you run into people. It's for the public good."
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Apr 25, 2009 11:03:43 GMT -5
Caelan laughed again, but a soft snort like sound found its way into her laughter, and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, Merlin, I'm making all the wrong first impressions." Her hand covered her eyes for a minute as she blushed more red, and stood to her feet finally. How absolutely embarassing... this was terrible.
"Uhm... I wouldn't mind the company."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Apr 26, 2009 0:58:22 GMT -5
Damon wasn't quite so hard to impress as his brothers might have been. A pretty smile, a shy giggle, and he was usually intrigued. He was a notorious flirt, actually, and at the moment, he wasn't thinking beyond a harmless flirtation. But he did like the girl.
"Great," he said. "Why don't you let me carry your things? We wouldn't want you to drop them again. It's quite windy today, your parchments could wind up blowing across the English Channel."
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Apr 29, 2009 21:58:20 GMT -5
"Well, I'll only drop them if I run into anyone else... and you're coming along to be sure I don't, aren't you?" Caelan would have felt bad letting him carry her things, but if he asked again, she would let him. 'No,' was a difficult word for her, and besides, Damon was offering to do a nice thing. Why did she make things so much more complicated than they needed to be?
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Post by Damon Dearborn on May 5, 2009 22:48:56 GMT -5
Damon laughed. "True, I did say that. But the offer was to walk with you and help you carry your things," he reminded her. "So how about this? You can carry some of it, and I'll carry the rest. I can carry the quills and you can take the paper. How does that sound?"
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Jun 9, 2009 15:22:27 GMT -5
"Sure," Caelan said. "That sounds fine. But if I drop the papers, I'm sending you running after them. It is kind of windy today, like you said."
Merlin, she wished her first contact with this guy had not been as clumsy as it was. Sometimes, she wondered if she ever mentally matured past the age of about twelve. She still felt so awkward, and her confidence was really only apparent in front of a group of children.
"Thank you, by the way. It's nice of you to walk me."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Jun 27, 2009 0:33:24 GMT -5
Damon laughed. "OK, fair enough," he replied. "I'll go after any papers you drop."
He honestly didn't mind that she was clumsy and he thought her rather charming. How could he not? She was pretty and playful, and he always liked that combination in a girl.
"Really, don't mention it. It's no trouble at all. How about if you tell me about yourself while we walk. Or is it just asking for disaster by asking you to walk and talk at the same time?" He gave her a teasing smile.
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Oct 11, 2009 2:18:37 GMT -5
His joke went over her head as she shot him a somewhat horrified look at being asked to talk about herself. The situation was going from bad to worse. Why was he even still here, talking to her?
She realized that she was biting her lip, nearly tearing the skin off of it, and she stopped, sighing. With a feigned shrug, she said, "There's nothing all that interesting to tell," she said quietly. "I mean, I think you already have me pretty figured out. I'm a walking disaster half the time. Believe me, you are not the first person I've run straight into. Why don't we talk about you?"
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Oct 11, 2009 17:08:56 GMT -5
He thought she was severely underestimating herself. There was always something interesting about a person, you just had to be willing to look for it.
"Hey, now, I'm just kidding about the clumsy thing. I'm not exactly the most graceful guy in the world, either. I kind of like that you're a little clumsy... it gives you character. Otherwise, you'd be just another beautiful woman."
He gave her an easy smile, as if he hadn't just complimented her and was just casually discussing the weather. "As for me, there really is nothing interesting about me. I'm an unemployed rich boy who still lives with his parents and enjoys the company of pretty girls."
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Oct 11, 2009 20:55:30 GMT -5
Caelan's eyes met his again when he assured her that he was only teasing her. Even so, she really was a walking disaster. If he could only see her in front of a group of children... that was where Caelan blossomed. She knew who she was there.
Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red at the compliment, and she didn't know if she just wanted this all to be over, or if she should try another pass at not looking like a complete idiot.
"Do you want to help? Tutor, I mean. It's a great group of kids, and if you're not doing anything..."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Nov 28, 2009 2:34:57 GMT -5
She may have been at her best in front of a group of kids, but Damon, well, he just got silly. He was great with kids, but only because he really was still one of them himself. He had been one of those lucky kids who did well in school without really having to study, so tutoring wasn't necessarily the best idea.
But he wanted to keep spending time with her, so he didn't shoot the idea down right away. "I don't know... what kinds of things do you tutor them in?"
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Post by Caelan Reynolds on Feb 10, 2010 13:33:55 GMT -5
(I swear I replied to this already....)
Caelan frowned a little. He didn't like the idea, it seemed. Maybe he didn't like kids? That was definitely a deal breaker. Caelan really only seemed to know how to handle kids.
She shrugged to his question, a little more hesitant to answer. "Whatever they need help in, but usually it's transfiguration, charms, and history. For some reason, those are the classes that seem the hardest to grasp. I think history because of all the details, and they're all just too young to care most of time. You just have to talk to them on their level, you know? I think teachers talk down to them, too much of the time."
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Post by Damon Dearborn on Feb 10, 2010 23:29:21 GMT -5
"I know what you mean," Damon replied. "I could never pay attention in history of magic. I pretty much slept through that class, I'm afraid, and the only reason I did well was because my friends would let me borrow their notes. I was lucky... I was the slacker with three really studious friends."
He supposed it might have impressed her more if he had lied and said that he was good in school, but that was one thing about Damon. He preferred to win girls over with his charm and honesty. While some guys he knew went to extreme lengths to impress girls, including telling outrageous lies, Damon never lied. What was the point in lying? Eventually, the lie would be uncovered, and the girl would drop him faster than a golden snitch. No, it was far better to be completely open and honest, and let his charm and humor win the girl over. If she was going to be turned off by a little thing like school performance or lack of a job.... well, then at least they could be friends.
"I wasn't much good at Transfiguration, either," he added. "Now, Charms... well, let's just say I'm kind of a natural at that..." He winked at her. "But seriously... I was a terrible student and probably not the best role model for the kids. I love kids... but I'd probably undo all your hard work by encouraging bad study habits."
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