Oh Merlin was he beautiful. Merope swallowed his features etching them to the back of her eyelids, hoping to never forget his midnight coloured hair, eyes and face. While she watched him with uneasiness, she assumed he would have thrown it away but he took it from her cold, delicate hand. Retracting her limbs, she placed them by her sides, clutching the fabric o her long sweater top, it was clear that had he not spoken, she would have ran off.
"Y..You remind me of someone very important that isn't around, that's all." Merope finally spoke but said nothing else, she was too busy watching his unsettled disposition for her to scamper away. It was hard to get a clear look at her face because she never really looked directly at him for more than a few, short, seconds.
"I'm sorry, maybe I should go.." Merope, a defeated girl, frowned at him.
He was so handsome, his voice was so alluring that she could barely just stand there without feeling the need to jump on him. Sadly, she restrained to appear indifferent and bothersome.