Hannah was glad at the moment that the lighting was so bad in the closet so Megan couldn't see her cheeks burn bright red as she hugged her. Accepting the hug somewhat, Hannah didn't return it so much as let herself snuggle into it.
"It's not?" she asked, almost child-like, probably due to the alcohol in her system.
Listening to Megan talk about how she needed specifics, Hannah was waging a war in her head as to whether or not to tell Megan about her crush on her.
When their noses bumped, Hannah let out a soft giggle. Barely able to see the girl, Hannah still managed to lock eyes with Megan. Using the liquid courage she had gulped down at the party, Hannah bit her lip before speaking softly. "What would you say..." she began as she moved her face slowly closer to Megan, their lips only a few centimeters away from one another. "If my lover's name started with an M...last name Jones...a Hufflepuff..." Her hands moved to nervously rest on Megan's shoulders as her breath became a bit shallow, lips almost brushing Megan's.