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May 13, 2011 12:53:25 GMT -5
Post by Lila Sinclair on May 13, 2011 12:53:25 GMT -5
An adult coming out of nowhere caught Lila off guard but when she realized his intentions, she couldn’t help but felt relieved. What else could she do? Even if she had tried to pull Blake’s hand into place, she doubted it would have worked anyway. So, when the elder fixed the hand, no matter how weird he was, Lila couldn’t help but wanting to jump and hug him only to find he had skipped off after blowing a kiss. She turned her attention back to Blake and there it was, the annoying feeling started to come nagging back. “I doubt that I know you well enough to think ill of you,” She replied monotonously. “And don’t worry, you really don’t owe me anything,” She added, rubbing her palms together, “If anything, I think you owe that guy that just left,” She stated, pointing toward the direction the elder had disappear to.
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May 14, 2011 10:10:52 GMT -5
Post by Blake Bishop on May 14, 2011 10:10:52 GMT -5
"Well I think great of you." Blake smiled a little at Lila. "Well I do owe him but you stayed with me." He said smiling still rubbing his sore shoulder. He wanted a chance to date a girl though he had confusing moments recently with Ash. He felt something was different though he was interested in girls. "Would you like to maybe grab a bite or somethin'?" He asked wondering. He knew he liked Kat but Lila was less demanding or seemed like it. He had to slightly look up at Lila because of his height. "I'm Blake...Blake Bishop. Ravenclaw third year." He said as he was feeling better
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May 15, 2011 1:50:02 GMT -5
Post by Lila Sinclair on May 15, 2011 1:50:02 GMT -5
“You don’t know me well enough,” Lila rebuffed the statement. Who did the boy think he was? He just met her for probably a minute and the he had decided he thought highly of her? Alright, on a normal person, that would have been a compliment, but, not Lila. “Not much choice there, I couldn’t very well leave an injured person behind now, could I?” Lila stated, reasoning with the boy. There was nothing personal; it was just a logical course of action. “So, Blake, I’d have to decline you invitation to lunch,” She replied, trying her hardest to let Blake down gently. She might be straightforward and honest, but, sometimes she too can understand and appreciate people’s good intentions. “I better get out of here, and so should you,” She added starting to walk away considering the fact that Blake was no longer in mortal danger, but she stopped and turned remembering she had forgotten her manners, “and it’s Lila Sinclair,” As much as she hated to advertise her name, she knew it to be rude not to return the favour.
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