If Lia could turn any redder she was pretty sure she’d be glowing. Of course she knew who Oliver Wood was, she owned a Quidditch pub, his name was pretty common. She glanced up at him trying desperately hard not to turn any redder as her eyes caught the mistletoe as he was talking. Lia wasn’t angry with him, it wasn’t as though he’d done anything wrong, unless he’d placed the mistletoe there on purpose but from the look he had she highly doubted it.
If she were only better with men would she be able to just laugh and kiss him and wave it off as some interesting story to tell her mates later. The problem being that Lia was never that girl and never would be that girl made this all even more awkward. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I should have been watching where I was going.” Which was true, although the likelihood that she would have been looking up was pretty slim. It wasn’t like she was worried about icicles falling down and hitting her, so why would she be looking up as she walked through Diagon Alley.
“Um.” She started feeling completely hopeless and knowing the only answer she could say was yes, but that felt even more awkward. Great way to kiss a bloke right? Get stuck under mistletoe and have be something that was of necessity instead of desire. Lia wasn’t really the type to worry about things much, but she was human and the thought did run through her mind when the last time she kissed someone was. “Yeah, sure.” She said feeling sort of well, sad was the best way to put it. It wasn’t like she had ever thought about kissing anyone that morning and she was thinking too much. Now all she had to do was look up and wait for what was sure to be insanely awkward to let both of them free.