Cordelia Eccles (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cordeliaaa) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} landing_rpg,@ 2008-08-12 18:27:00 |
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Where: Outside, Quidditch Pitch
When: Later tonight
Why: he wants to take her flying
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete, closed.
The prospect of the Winter Ball had, quite honestly, gone right in one ear and out the other with Cordelia, just as the Halloween one had done as well. She was quite certain she wouldn’t attend nor did she particularly have the faintest desire to do so. In fact, the only thing she looked forward to in relation to the dance was the fact that she’d have an entire night of peace and quiet in the dorms to get ready for her audition and finals. Not that she’d freely admit this, though, especially given Miklos’s new favorite description of ‘high strung’.
She didn’t know why he affected her as much as he did. He knew far too much about her, far more than she’d thought it possible for anyone to know. It scared her still, of course, but she was gradually easing herself into feeling more comfortable around him. She could handle most of his touches by this point and she actually had begun to almost enjoy spending time with him.
When he wasn’t being antagonistic and a prat, he was actually quite easy to talk to. Though he frequently told her that her opinions were a little twisted and wrong, he didn’t exactly attack her for them. His logic was overwhelming, though, and continued to frustrate her.
His offer to take her flying still had her stomach all tied up in knots. She’d been afraid of heights for as long as she could remember and, though she knew he wouldn’t let her fall, she was afraid something would happen that wouldn’t give him the choice. Dying via fall really wasn’t something she actually wanted to experience.
Still, he’d somehow managed to get her to agree. Actually, she was still rather curious as to how that happened, especially as she waited rather nervously on the steps in front of the school, hugging her sweater closer to her to keep warm, though she figured her shivering wasn’t just from cold but nerves as well.