Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bee's heart almost broke at the look on his face. He was so earnest and innocent in his excitement, but she'd picked up enough over the last week or so to know the why and how of it. She was a terrible liar, but she schooled her face into one of happy thoughts and delight. "We can, and we will," she told him just before she placed her hand on the door and pulled. She pulled again. "When the shop is open. I didn't think things closed around here." She looked at Frank apologetically.
"Pulp Fiction is about...erm...well..." She sighed. "I am shite at describing Tarantino films. You know that all this shite happens in them, and they rarely follow a straight line, until the end when they show you the line they were following. It's good, though. Very funny and very dark. I'm sure it's in there somewhere, too."
Bee nodded. She understood what he meant, even though she'd grown up outside of the Wizarding world. So many of her classmates didn't have electricity in their homes. They still used candles and lanterns, and that baffled her. "Maybe the next time you escape from your healers, you'll let me know, and we'll wander around this shop together?" She was smiling when she said it, so that he would know she wasn't upset about it. "Have you had breakfast? I'm famished, and could go for the full English."