Who: Elliot & Max. What: The candies effects! When: Forward dated to Monday. Where: The school grounds. Warnings: Hm. All I can think about is a severely ooc Elliot, and (probably) endless amounts of shameless flirting. Status: Incomplete.
She was not sure of what had changed. It felt like she had finally figured something out, it felt like a revelation. For the first time, she understood why girls spent so much time doing their hair, why they dressed so cutely and used those painful-looking high-heels. It was fun. It was… nice. Almost as nice as quidditch was, and, considering how she had been feeling towards quidditch ever since the last game, this new distraction was very much welcomed. She had simply woken up in the morning and stared in amazement at her reflection.
How could she expect boys to like her when she looked like that? Her hair was messy, and filled with split ends. Nice skin, but so very… lack-luster. Well, it didn’t matter! Patience and Lucy’s cosmetics had put an end to that. By the end of it, Elliot had tilted her head, admiring her work (who would know she could apply make-up without looking like a clown of sorts? Years of watching Lucy practice had apparently served for something) before going through her wardrobe, trying to find something that fit her new image. She had ended up having to shrink some of her clothing, and even take fabric from it, but the final product pleased her.
Shorts and a shirt and a cute little jacket, and though she knew this was not her usual style, Elliot could not bring herself to care. She looked wonderful, she thought with a giggle as she spun in front of the mirror.
And going out was a whole new experience as well. Boys turned to look at her. That had only happened the last time she had sported a huge bruise over one of her eyes. It thrilled her, adding an extra brightness to her already rosy cheeks and making her want to skip. Instead, she forced herself to walk calmly, hips swinging lightly as she had seen other girls do.
Eventually, the force of habit had taken her to the large school grounds. They were her usual territory, filled with trees to climb and leafs to kick, but now she frowned as the wind messed her hair, and would have gone back inside had she not caught a glimpse of a figure resting against a tree. Her heart skipped as she recognized Max, and suddenly… suddenly, she wanted him to look at her. To see she was as much of a girl as Dani was. Why had he never noticed that before? Perhaps she had given him no reason to. Well, she thought, that was bound to change soon.
She approached him silently, and, suppressing her own giddiness, kneeled besides his sleeping form. Close, close enough to perceive his smell, hear his breathing, and watch his chest go up and down. Smiling, she leaned closer, until her lips grazed his ear. “Hello, Max,” she whispered softly into it.