Orla Quirke loves her quirk. (quirkiness) wrote in random_rpg, @ 2012-12-08 12:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: orla quirke, character: silas bradley, time: 1998-12 |
WHO: Orla Quirke and Silas Bradley
WHAT: Awkward moment of awkwardness
WHEN: Saturday Afternoon, 8 December
WHERE: Ravenclaw Common Room
RATING: A for Awkward, but we'll see where this goes.
She had no one but herself to blame for this. She had tried to blame Silas, but it wasn't his fault. He hadn't done anything. He was just...Silas. The same guy she'd known for six years. He hadn't even said anything out of the normal. That was all on Orla. She'd been the one to take it there. She'd been the one to twist his words and make them naughty. Tampering with his wand, indeed. She had spent the last several days trying to figure out why, all of a sudden, she could make an innuendo out of his words. Why she was even thinking about any part of their conversations in that context.
It couldn't be. No. that wasn't it at all. She could not possibly be thinking of her best friend, the person who knew all her secrets, who knew how she ticked...No. That wasn't possible. Was it? So she'd been really quiet around him. Like, really quiet. Normally, she would chat with him before settling into her book. But she'd just sort of sit near him, but not nearly on top of him, and quietly get to work on something. It felt weird, not leaning on Silas or making him talk to her, and she couldn't figure out why things felt different. She was sure it was just one sided, so Orla made the decision to get out of her head and start acting like her normal self.
So, when she saw Silas sitting on their regular couch near the fire, she put a bit of pep in her step and all but bounded over. She dropped her bag on the floor near his feet before plopping down next to him. Her shoulder, hip, and thigh were flush with his. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, but she ignored them. Mostly. She looked at Silas, and they got worse. With a sigh, she leaned back and rested her head on the couch. "I think we have to talk, Si, but I'm not exactly sure about what. So, if you could just--start, and I'll jump in when you hit on something that sounds right, that'd be great."