susan bones will try to fix you. (susy_b) wrote in wished,
Susan was one of the nicest girls in the world and of she knew she was upsetting Marcus just by smirking, she would have stopped. Even when he scowled, Susan couldn't tell if it was because of the goggles or because she was trying to be polite and not laugh. Tapping a finger on her cheek, she continued to study his expression and noticed when a shy smile peeked at the corner of his lips. Marcus was a complete mystery to her, most of her friends she's known for years, but Marcus? The only thing she could remember about him was how troll-like he acted and looked. He wasn't the type - at least back when they were in Hogwarts - that she could see herself enjoying company with. Merlin, even now, he surprised her by how polite and kind he was. Susan actually felt a pang of sadness as she seemed to have been hasty in a judgement of him.
The moment his hand reached out for hers, eyes went wide and she could feel her breath leave her lungs and not return. A slight wave anxiety crashed against her chest as she stared at him for a long quiet moment. Did he just ask her out on a date? It was her turn to blink owlishly at him. Oh, Holy Helga, Ernie would kill him if he found out. However, the moment that a thought of Ernie came to mind, she just became annoyed. Wasn't this what she wanted? Wasn't this the exact reason why she called off their wedding? She didn't think she was ready for marriage because she was so young. Why shouldn't she go on a date with Marcus? She wasn't engaged and while she still deeply cared for Ernie, she knew it would be best to try and move on from him for a bit.
"I would like that," her look of shock suddenly vanishing into a pleasant smile. Susan surprised herself just then, but she didn't regret it. This was exactly what she wanted. She wanted freedom to make her own decisions without having to keep other people in mind. Selfish, perhaps, but in the end, Susan has to think of herself.
Glancing down at her hand inside of his, an amused smirk curled on her lips once more. In comparison to his large hand, her tiny hand was slender and pale and slightly stained with dirt. Despite how beat up her hands looked at the moment, as one hand rested in Marcus' grasp, her touch was light, and delicate. "But perhaps it's best if I don't go out looking like this." Holding up her hand that wasn't in his grasp, it still had traces of dirt and plants on it. Even her outfit wasn't something she would go out in, shorts and the top were things that she wore around the greenhouse when she didn't have to care about how she looked.