Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-08-19 03:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | amala nehru, deshan patil |
rp backlog - deshan and amala
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY deshaned)
WHO Deshan Patil and Amala Nehru
WHEN BACKDATED // Wednesday afternoon
WHERE Diagon Alley at Madam Malkin's
WHAT Deshan coincidentally runs into the girl of his dreams in front of a clothing shop and he strikes up a conversation that leads to a very happy ordeal
RATING PG
Amala loved the shopping that came with going back to school. She loved shopping in general, but returning to school always constituted a few more galleons from her father and she certainly wasn't complaining on that front. Besides, this year she had managed to talk her parents into allowing her to get new school robes - and dress robes - this year and that was definitely something she enjoyed.
Not wanting to make everyone wait up for her while she was fitted, Amala had agreed to find everyone once finished at Flourish and Blotts before separating off for Madam Malkin's. Before actually going into get fitted, though, she stood outside the front window looking at the display contemplatively. Her current set of dress robes was a gorgeous deep plum colour, so she was debating whether or not she wanted to go with something brighter. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, debating this incredibly tough decision and rather cut off from the rest of Diagon Alley.
It was no surprise that Deshan would be in Diagon Alley on such a day. It just so happened to be purely coincidental that it was on the same day as Amala was going to be there. Coincidence. Really.
Okay, maybe not, but he wasn't about to admit that to anyone, even though it must have obvious already. So he'd spent most of his day buying his things and always keeping an eye out too. And although his parents wondered what the hell he kept searching for, at least his younger sister and cousin told them not to mind him -- hiding their smirks at the same time.
After buying what was needed, he let them take the girls for ice cream while he himself wandered off by himself. Finally he spotted her standing in front of a shop in deep thought. Smiling to himself, he approached her quietly from behind and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You'd look far out in any of those."
Amala jumped in a comical manner, then instantly felt embarrassed when she realized it was just Deshan. She knew rationally that she should have known that it had been him, but punched him (albeit lightly) on the shoulder nonetheless.
"Merlin, Deshan," she let out a long-suffering sigh, crossing her arms over her chest once more before turning her attention back at the window. "You scared the hell out of me."
Deshan held back a laugh from when she jumped, although it was probably apparent that he found it amusing. For her sake, he pretended to flinch from pain when she hit him. "You were quite lost that had I even appeared in front of you, you might have been alarmed."
For a moment there, he had an urge to just lean down and kiss her. She looked beautiful like always, and he hadn't seen her for weeks. But she had been startled and kissing her at that moment seemed a bit, well, weird.
"I can't decide what colour I want to get," she divulged in explanation, waving one of her arms toward the window. "It's probably daft that I'm even getting so wrapped up and concerned in it all, but I can't help it if I need to be fashionable at all times."
Even if Amala did her level best to at least pretend that she wasn't interested in Deshan, she still considered him a good friend. It was easy to do seeing as she was around Dorcas a lot, therefore also around Fabian a lot, therefore around Deshan by default. She knew that eventually she was going to give in to him anyway - the thought that he might lose interest or find someone else never crosssed her mind.
The thought of pretending to find someone else or lose interest in her had crossed his mind, at least. Many times, but honest to Merlin, he could probably never do it. It made sense, however, to pay her so much interest and then one day, not. She'd probably come running after him. But when Deshan thought that she already must want him, what was the point in pretending?
Deshan shook his head though when he glanced at the display. "Nothing daft about being fashionable!" After all, he was also one to keep up a certain image. "Sometimes its what you need to find the right attire. What sort of dress are you looking for?" It would probably be a surprise to any of housemates that he was actually experienced with shopping for girls' clothing. Well, when you had two younger female siblings (one actually a cousin, but still treated the same), you tended to pick up these things.
"Oh, I don't know," Amala admitted, not even thinking twice about the fact that he was giving her advice on buying women's clothing. "I don't know if I'm looking for something that will show stuff off or if I want to continue being modest or if I want to wear something dark and classy or bright and exciting."
She shrugged her arms, then let them fall to her side. "It's easier when my mum comes with me because she gets so annoyed with my wishy washy attitude and just picks something out and won't let me change my mind."
Deshan smiled, giving the robes one last look before turning toward her. He was torn apart on what to say. Have her wearing something showy would be bloody fantastic, of course, but the girl looks incredible in modest clothing as well. And that was what drove him crazy about her. Showy would probably encourage others to look and he wasn't too keen on that either.
"Had I known you needed the trouble, well, my sister and cousin are here too, I would have brought them along. Energetic those two are, when it comes to shopping. Right now they're enjoying ice cream."
Amala gave him a smile at that, squinting ever so slightly as she looked up at him. "No, I don't think that would help my dilemma a terrible lot. I think I just need to stop being silly about it." She turned and pointed into the window. "I'll probably go with that green one over there. It's pretty and I think it would show off my eyes or something like that."
She didn't really know why she was telling him all of this since she rarely spelled out her shopping adventures to Dorcas or Matty. However, she really did miss being away from him during the summer. Even if she was never going to admit it.
There was an urge to say you'd look good in anything again, but he held back. Instead, Deshan walked over to the door, and held it open for her to enter. "Since you've made your decision, my lady?" He smiled again in amusement and made a gesture for her to enter before him. Well, it was best that she hadn't asked him to call his siblings over. Most likely, they wouldn't have stopped teasing him then.
Amala smirked, but didn't stop from rolling her eyes, as though she actually disliked that he had opened the door for her. She shook her hair slightly before walking straight into the shop and going to the dress she had been looking at. "Oh, yes," she nodded approvingly, looking it over and feeling the fabric between her fingers. "This is going to be the one, I think. I love the neckline, too. Showy, but not too bad."
Shopping with yet another bird. Well, she was lucky he didn't mind it much. So why would he mind it when it was with a girl that he fancied oh so much? Deshan hung by the door for a little longer when an elderly witch was making her way in. And then he walked over though keeping a distance. One of the things he'd learned was that girls tended to flit from one place to another. Rather than walk over to one spot than walk over to another, it was best to remain in a spot that was quite the focal point of all the other racks in the stores. "You'd look beautiful in that," he said, standing only a few feet away.
Amala gave him a warm smile over her shoulder before looking back at the dress. "I might wear it to that garden party the Lestranges are throwing," she said offhandedly, grabbing it and placing it against her body in an appraising manner.
After half a moment she remembered that the Patils were normally at such functions and she raised an eyebrow toward Deshan. "Oh, are you going to that?"
Oh, was she honestly curious to know if he was going? Maybe she was hoping to see him there. That brought on a slight moment of glee to which Deshan made a note that he'll let out when he was in the safety of his bedroom at home. "Oh, that? I'm not really sure.."
He shrugged casually, walking over and absent-mindedly moving his fingers to the fabric of the dress she was holding. "My parents were considering letting my aunt, uncle and cousin go this time. Depends on whether my cousin wants my sister to go with them or me." It wasn't a total lie.. they were considering it, but he intentionally left out that they had decided who was going and sent in an RSVP already. And Deshan was going, indeed.
"Oh, really," Amala said off-handedly, turning her attention back to the dress and deciding that yes, she was definitely going to buy this one. Not wanting to seem over eager - and, really, eager at all - she gave a slight shrug and turned to look in the rest of the shop.
"Well, either way it should be a good time," she continued, going to a navy gown she knew would look awful on her, but took a moment to consider nonetheless. She was trying to act nonchalant about the whole matter, but in her head she was wondering why the hell she would buy a nice gown if he wasn't there for her to show it off for. "Dorcas said she is coming with Fabian and the other Prewetts."
Deshan looked at the dress and muttered a casual "the other would look better". Regardless of how creepy as it probably sounded, he knew her, especially after six years of sharing classes and two of those years fancying her like mad. He studied her enough in class to know and fall for every little quirk she had, like the toe-tapping, finger-drumming, biting her pinky nail when idle.
"That's good. You'll have their company there at least. That is, if Fabian isn't keeping her too occupied, though I have doubts on that with his family around." He smiled at her casually, not giving away anything, as he was following her around the whole store.
"That's true," Amala nodded, hearing his comment and flashing him a smirk before moving on to a burnt orange dress. This one had potential, she felt - especially with a rather plunging neckline. She had to laugh to herself when she envisioned her father's reaction if she were to return home with that in her bag.
However, she was more concerned with whether or not he was going to be there. He was being mysterious which Amala didn't exactly mind, but it made her all the more curious. However, she was growing a bit impatient and decided to go the extra mile. "Well, Lucius Malfoy will be there as well, I'm sure, and I haven't seen him in ages. He's such a gentlemen." Just forget that he was dating Belle the last she heard and she would never even think twice about him if not for this purpose.
Deshan frowned slightly at that mention. Lucius.. he didn't particularly care much about him, but why was she getting so excited over seeing him again? "So you'll have plenty of company then," he said, trying to keep the suspicion out of his voice.
No, he wasn't going to give in that easily and make it obvious that he was going. It was going to be a surprise.
Damn. Amala had been rather certain that would work and didn't bother trying to hide her frown as she put the orange dress back, deciding to keep with the green one and that was that. She didn't think she'd have to try it on. Besides, her grandmother was going to want to tailor it herself as she always did and Amala wasn't about to argue.
Making her way toward the counter to pay, she said, "Yes, I suppose I will. It's too bad you don't know if you'll be going, though. Maybe I won't go without your company?"
At that, Deshan had to give her a bright smile and shrugged. He approached her from behind and leaned over so his mouth was close to her ear again as he had previously done when he had startled her. "It's a fifty percent chance I will and a fifty percent chance I won't. Would you take that chance?"
Amala turned her head ever so slightly, raising an eyebrow at Deshan. "I suppose I'm going to have to, won't I?" she asked with a skeptical look before turning to pay for the dress. She quickly fished for the galleons and placed them on the counter as the woman slid it into a bag for her. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to sleep at night not knowing, though."
Seeing that she was probably a little distracted with the payment, Deshan took the opportunity to brush some hair off her shoulders and lean in closer. "I think that's enough to provide me with some comfort, that you'd be unable to sleep because of me." He smirked to himself more than at her, but only paused for a second and then moved away.
Receiving her change and bag, Amala turned and gave Deshan a fleeting smile. "Well, I'm glad to provide you with a little ego boosting once and a while," she said loftily, leading the way to the door and letting herself out, but not before holding it open for him. She gave him a smirk at the reversed roles and even held out her arm for him. "Can I get you some ice cream, darling?"
Deshan smirked at her actions. It was cute, he had to admit, probably not as much as she was. "Sure, if you have the courage to do so while my family is around. They're at the ice cream parlor now if you want to meet them." Though he would have thought that her meeting his parents seemed like a sweet idea, now was not good. Mostly because of his sisters who were going to taunt him to no end. Please say you can't!
Amala raised a questioning eyebrow. Was he really suggesting that? Her meeting his family? Normally that would be something she wouldn't mind, but she felt her stomach shift a little bit as she thought about it. What if they didn't like her? She felt daft worrying about that when they weren't even dating, but she couldn't help it.
"Ah, well, maybe not ice cream, then," she gave him an apologetic look. "I wouldn't want to bother them." She paused for a second before continuing, "Anything else I could get you, then?"
Was she seriously asking? Well, not that it was a bad thing -- in fact it would seem to work in Deshan's favour. "You could get me, hmm..." He paused for effect as he pretended to think before giving her a sly smirk. "How about a free night to take you for a dinner?"
Amala gave him a skeptical look. Usually this was where she would shoot him down, roll her eyes, and walk off chuckling. However, she'd missed him a lot during the summer - more than she would have ever expected. Not to mention more than she'd ever admit. Instead of actually going out there and admitting it, though, she let out a long sigh before saying, "All right. I can do that."
Deshan had been on the verge of trying to reason with her when he paused. She said all right.. oh Merlin, she agreed! Wait till the rest of the world heard about that! And they had said he was wasting his time. "Brilliant," he said, beaming at her. "How about next weekend? Saturday at seven?"
"That works for me," Amala smiled, shaking her hair slightly and giving him a smile before withdrawing her arm from him. She'd just agreed to a date, after all, so she certainly wasn't supposed to be too clingy - that would give him too much satisfaction, she was rather sure.
"Are you going to come to my home and get the third degree or would you rather we meet somewhere?" she asked, swinging her bag in front of her and walking in nowhere in particular.
Deshan hesitated. To her house sounded best, though he wasn't sure if it was too soon. Well, showing up at her house and end up meeting her parents on the very first date might set a good impression, right? "Your place will be fine," he said, nodding.
"All right," Amala gave him another fleeting smile, catching site of Dorcas and the other Ravenclaws a little bit down the Lane. She skipped forward a few steps before turning to look at him, giving a slight jerk of the head behind her to where her friends were. "Saturday at seven, then."
"Yeah," he said, nodding and waving goodbye. Saturday. At seven. Next weekend. He had a date! With Amala! Finally!
Throwing a smile her way one more time, he turned and jogged back to search for his family, trying to get rid of the goofy smile on his face before he found them.