Abigail Greenwater
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Don't cry for us, we're free and we're young[on:Nevermore][of:Forevermore]
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Post by Abigail Greenwater on Jan 6, 2009 1:35:10 GMT -5
Now she was lost in everything that was happening. It seemed like one of those dreams you get when you're about to wake up. So vivid and perfect that when you finally do wake up it's stuck in your mind and you're aching for it to be real. But this was totally real. She could feel the warmth of Dustan's hand in hers. She could feel everything that touched her. It was amazing.
Hearing say it was alright, that she wasn't too forward brought her back to this world. Gulping quietly she nodded, showing that she understood him. This would rank in her life as the best day ever. She had never felt so human, so vulnerable. Everything she was doing had an impact on something else. Her saying she thoughts Dustan looked handsome, that impacted him and her. Holding his hand, again, had an impact.
But what was this little lioness to do now?
Abigail knew that if she said something she may send Dustan into respiratory failure. That wasn't the outcome she or he would want. But she had to do something.
"I was wo-wondering if yo-you'd like to g-go out s-sometime? L-like to Hogsmeade.....or even out here f-for a picnic." Cheeks turning a ruby red as she spoke, Abigail couldn't help but grin at herself. "N-nothing huge.....just the two of us."
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Post by mcnutt on Jan 6, 2009 21:07:06 GMT -5
Not being able to breathe was becoming rather annoying, flustering the young man to smithereens. The fact that he had so much trouble around females as was was bothersome, but now to the point of not being able to breathe? Maybe he should go find a doctor that would say he had asthma or something of the sort. Certainly this couldn't be good for his health, maybe good for a number of other things, but definitely not his health.
"Ou--out?" he responded, eyes opening a little wider, but at least not bugging. What did he know about taking a girl out? For food, or just... whatever it was that consisted of a date. Sure, his mother spoke of dates she'd gone on more recently, but him? How could he afford a night in Paris, or Rome, a quiet dinner in London? Buying flowers, and paying the bill, dessert. Dustan could likely afford it, but on a large down-scaled size of what his mother's dates were like. Immediately he started calculating in his head how long they had until the perceived date for Hogsmeade, and honestly it was quite a ways away considering she was asking him about it now. Maybe a picnic would be nice.
"We cou--could do tha--that," he answered, a nod of his head. Plans starting flying through his mind about what a picnic would consist of. Food, that was a given, a picnic blanket? Could he borrow one, or find one before then? Flowers? Picking and trimming a few would be alright he was certain. "A...a pic--picnic."
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Abigail Greenwater
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Don't cry for us, we're free and we're young[on:Nevermore][of:Forevermore]
Posts: 67
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Post by Abigail Greenwater on Jan 6, 2009 23:44:02 GMT -5
Was this really happening to her? Abigail was tingling all over, especially where she and Dustan were touching. You could tell how nervous she was. All boys made her nervous in some way or form but the nervous she was feeling right now was a horse of a different color. She always knew she was a dreamer, thinking up perfect scenarios where she was the perfect girl. But this wasn't at all like she pictured it. Well, one thing was like her dreams, the boy in question.
He agreed to their date. On the outside she was a a mixture of excitement and calm glee, but on the inside she was a mess. This would be her first date and she had no idea what that entailed. She made a mental note to write her aunt and her cousin Jane for tips and pointers about what she was supposed to her when this date finally came. Was she supposed to bring anything? What was she supposed to wear? The questions were endless.
"G-Great. N-Nothing big. Just th-the two of us," she said, her voice shaking a little from her inability to comprehend what was going on between them. Dustan did agree to their date. It was real and going to happen. "W-We could get the f-food from the kitchens. Th-they have the b-best ever-everything. Y-You name it th-they make it the b-best." Abigail nodded slightly, her unease going away now that it was on.
Unable to think of anything else to say she took a deep breath in. She could smell everything around her. The trees, the lake, the flowers to her right, Dustan. He had a particular scent. It was manly, yet very pleasing. It reminded her of her old home, the one she lived in before her parents went to Azkaban. The smell was the only thing she remembered about her old life. Thinking about this she worried about how she smelled. Such a silly think about at this moment but it plagued her. Abigail did take a shower this morning so she should be alright.
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Post by mcnutt on Jan 10, 2009 23:22:54 GMT -5
Nervous? That didn't even begin to cover how Dustan felt. It was the strangest feeling he'd ever felt, and not just a girl holding his hand either. The very fact he was making a plan to take a girl on a picnic, and though most of the plans were in his mind, he knew he had to express them aloud in order to make sure she didn't have to lift a finger for this date that was being planned. Food from the kitchens, he knew where that was located and could get something for them to eat, but he hoped she'd let him set it up. After all, what kind of a gentleman would he be if he let her do everything? A lousy one, that's for sure.
"Ye--yeah, jus--just you an-and me," he agreed. "B--but let... let me se--set it u--up? Ple--please? I...I can ge--get the fff--food, jus--just, if you're aller--allergic to any--anything, or detest some--something, tell m--me so I...I don't brin--bring it?"
Plans were already forming in his mind about where they'd sit on the grounds, what to bring, what they could talk about, a game or music, something. What kind of flowers to give her, what would he wear...?
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Abigail Greenwater
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Don't cry for us, we're free and we're young[on:Nevermore][of:Forevermore]
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Post by Abigail Greenwater on Jan 11, 2009 15:11:04 GMT -5
"A-Alrigh-Alright." Abigail said quietly, grinning at the sky. She wouldn't have had a problem splitting the planning on their date, but if Dustan wanted to she had no problem letting him plan it.
She had to think about his next question. How embarrassing would it be to have an allergic reaction to something whilst on a date. Peanuts? No. Shellfish? No way. Foods she detested? There was nothing really. Abby liked to think of herself as an equal opportunity eater. She'd try anything once. "N-Nope. I-I'm safe t-to eat anything a-and I e-eat pretty m-much anything." She didn't want to sound like a pig but Abigail did like her food.
Abigail had no idea how she would be able to go to class everyday till this date. She rarely had something in her life to make her excited or even distracted, and this was the most exciting thing to happen to her since well...ever. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, holding it above her eyes. Abigail turned her head a smidge to the side, looking at Dustan for a second. She wondered how he felt about this. He seemed somewhat excited, but that evil voice in the back of her head kept telling her the opposite.
One day she would silence that voice for good.
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Post by mcnutt on Jan 12, 2009 4:28:56 GMT -5
Well, that made it easier in a way. She didn't not like anything, which meant he could bring anything and she'd not mind it. But what if he brought something she didn't care for and would prefer something else? That part made it harder. Or, he could just go with a gut feeling and pick and choose with his eyes closed and hope for the best. That would work, he'd just hope for the best. Something simple and that way she wouldn't turn her nose up at it. He wasn't much of a cook, could get by on his own, but with the House Elves help, he thought maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to pull it off nicely.
"Favorites?" he asked, unable to settle his mind to just hoping for the best. If he could wrangle a few things out of her, he'd be able to plan better. The flowers would have to be a reach in the dark though, he couldn't just ask, that would ruin the surprise of having them for her. Roses were a no, they weren't in season, carnation were too corny, but he had a good idea what she might appreciate.
Mind racing, hand hopefully not clammy, Dustan watched her turn to look at him, and he smiled, his face burned, but he smiled.
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Abigail Greenwater
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Don't cry for us, we're free and we're young[on:Nevermore][of:Forevermore]
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Post by Abigail Greenwater on Jan 12, 2009 21:09:07 GMT -5
Now that was a hard question for a girl who seriously loved food. She had to think about this. "Hmm. I-I love pasta, any kind of sauce is good. Apples are go-good too. So is salad. I-I may not see-seem like it but I'll t-try anything once." Grinning a small grin she noticed him smiling. Reassured she thought about other foods she liked. "Oh, for me-meat I like fish. Is that co-considered a meat? I d-don't know."
Abigail let her head fall to the side, looking at Dustan fully. His smile was lovely. It didn't send chills down her spine anymore. It made her feel warm and special. She was past the whole nervousness of being around Dustan. Now it was just the excitement of being with him.
"A-As for drinks I li-like tea or water." Those were easy enough. She didn't want to ask for something so extravagant that she seemed like someone who needed too much. "W-What about y-yourself? F-Foods and all?" She wondered if he had the same tastes as she did. Her were so wide and varied that somethings must overlap.
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Post by mcnutt on Jan 12, 2009 22:28:05 GMT -5
Listening to her answer gave Dustan time to think about what he could possibly prepare. Fish and pasta didn't sound very appetizing to him, but maybe he could figure something out. And tea, he didn't think, would go very well with any kind of pasta, but she liked water. Water was easy to not screw up. And maybe he'd figure something out for tea and pasta. he was fond of both. And salad was meant to go with pasta, they were a two-timer, had to be together, kind of like you needed two socks to make a pair, salad and pasta were meant to be.
But fish? How could he fit that into the equation without making stomachs turn?
"Huh?" he asked, brought forth from his thoughts, realizing she had been talking to him. "Oh, I--I, um, I ra--rather enjoy pa--pastas my--myself. I'm n--not much of a...of a fffr--fruit eater, though I--I enjoy blac--blackberries with m--milk now and the--then. As for me--meats, well, steaks ar--are grrr--great." Poultry wasn't his forte, fruits weren't all that amazing to his tastes buds, he was a big fan of greens. "Drinks, well, I--I enjoy pump--pumpkin juice and t--tea. An--and wa-water, of cou--course."
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Abigail Greenwater
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Don't cry for us, we're free and we're young[on:Nevermore][of:Forevermore]
Posts: 67
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Post by Abigail Greenwater on Jan 12, 2009 23:16:11 GMT -5
Abigail nodded slowly as she listened. His tastes were somewhat on par with hers. He was easy, to cook for at least. "St-steak? I-I make a g-good steak. At least m-my dad s-s-s-says so." She shrugged a little, looking back up at the sky. Try as she might her eyes kept going over to where Dustan was. Was that considered rude? To be staring at someone that you were planning a dinner with? These social rules escaped her.
"A-And at my manor, um, house in Cardiff we h-have black berries a-and raspberries. M-My aunt m-makes jams and cakes with them." Abigail didn't like to speak about her family in depth to most people. What with her parents in Azkaban and the fact that her parents wealth was then transfered in her name. Everything seemed to work against her. If Dustan found out would he not like her anymore? People usually shy away when they find out about what her parents were. Abigail didn't think Dustan would stop talking to her because of that, but Abigail couldn't be sure.
"I-I have one qu-question. M-May I make dessert? I r-really enjoy mak-making dessert." She knew he wanted to plan this but she wanted to at least do one thing and dessert was one thin she could do well. "I-Is there a-anything you l-like best?"
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Post by mcnutt on Jan 18, 2009 2:01:53 GMT -5
"Yeah?" he asked with interest. There was just something about having a well-cooked steak set down in front of you at the table. It was irresistible, tasteful, delicious to look at, and the smell was amazing. As long as it was done right. Maybe some day he could try a piece of steak Abigail cooked up, he'd be willing, no matter where this went. Perhaps the saying of a way to a man's heart is through his stomach is true. Steak could make Dustan pretty happy... But he knew nothing could be based off of how well a person cooked, and honestly, he rather liked Abigail.
"Sou--sounds good," the Slytherin answered with a tug at the right corner of his lips. Blackberries were definitely the best fruit available. There were just others he couldn't get his taste buds wrapped around.
"No--nope, no parti--particular fav--favorite. S--sweets are all u--usually goo--good, as long as..as they're no--not pi--pies." Pies had a tendency to have fruit in them. "An--and yes. You ca--can make des--dessert."
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Abigail Greenwater
Gryffindor
Fifth Year
Don't cry for us, we're free and we're young[on:Nevermore][of:Forevermore]
Posts: 67
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Post by Abigail Greenwater on Jan 19, 2009 21:59:02 GMT -5
"Yeah!" Abigail said whilst nodding. "G-Grilling is a lot of fun. W-When the weather is ni-nicer we grill a-all the time. M-Maybe this s-summer you coul-could come by and try some." Abigail's confidence was growing by the moment. She hoped this offer didn't freak Dustan out, she had already done that enough times today. It was less of a 'date' and more of a 'come-over-and-I'll-feed-you-no-strings-attached' kind of deal. She really did love to prepare food for people she liked. It was an easy way to say 'you're special'.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the slight smile gracing Dustan's lips. Seeing that made butterflies flutter around in her stomach. Whenever she heard about this feeling for other people it sounded...quite horrible. Feeling butterflies sounded like feeling sick. Now that she felt what it was like she had no qualms with it. Abigail returned his smile with one.
"A-Awesome. No pies. G-Got it." Abigail wasn't quite fond of pies unless they were creme filled. With that out of the way she knew what he didn't want. Now the only problem was what exactly should she make. Cupcakes were good, but didn't seem right for dinner. Crepes? They hadn't gone over cultural cuisine at all so she didn't want to push it. Cake? That sounded nice, cake. Vanilla went well with pretty much anything, but she should ask.
"O-One last question. V-Vanilla or ch-choco-chocolate?" She just wanted to be sure...
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