{Wishing}-upon:a.shooting--star::{Xavier} <3

[Xavier Anthony Blake]

xavier rolled his eyes. "Of course that's a compliment! What sane man would sit here and insult a pretty girl like you?" He tapped her nose, in a jokingly kind of way, and pulled the sketch book closer to himself without revealing it to his new girlfriend.
He suddenly frowned, and stared Niki in the eyes.
"First you must make me a promise. A pinky promise. Swear that you will never tell another soul what I'm about to tell you. And that you won't laugh. Cuz if you laugh, I just might die!"
He was being a little melodramatic, but that didn't matter. Drawing was very important to him, and if Nikita didn't understand, he would be worried that she wasn't quite the one he hoped she was. But, after she made the appropriate promises, he pulled the tablet from the grass and passed it to her, with an embarrsed smile.
"I'm.....a.....I'm an artist"

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[Nikita Snape]

Shying away from Xavier, Nikita smiled sheepishly at his flattering compliment. "Well... thanks, Xavier. I don't know what else to say, but you do know that you're pretty dang amazing yourself, babe." She smirked, pecking him on the cheek lightly. She laughed gently at his words, her voice chiming gently, "I promise, I promise. I wont say a thing to anyone... chill! I would never tell your secret, Xavier. I would never hurt you like that." She smirked, leaning back against his chest, she grabbing the sketch book he had pulled out for her.

Looking at the book, her eyes grew wide as she flipped through the numbers of pages with sketches. She came across several in particular, which were obviously drawings of one girl whom looked shockingly familiar to her. Then it donned on her. Her eyes grew wide, and she looked up at Xavier a question in her yes, "Is... Is that me?" She paused for a second, but continued slowly. "These... are amazing. I didn't know... wow."

[Xavier Anthony Blake]

Xavier nodded, thoughtfully, and gingerly turned the book so he could see it better. "Huh, I guess that is you. I draw people, ya know. When they aren't looking. Musta been in class or something. " He smiled, and flipped the page, to a better drawing of a girl with black hair sitting by the Black Lake, smiling in a quiet kind of way. "This, I believe was my first drawing of a Slytherein. Guess who it was, and I didn't realize that until now."
He suddenly realized what the many drawings could be taken as.
"Please don't think I'm a creepy stalker. I didn't even know who you were then, so I swear I'm not following you, or anything. That'd be weird."
He frowned. "Well, thanks. I don't usually show people these. The only other person I showed had me drawing lots of pictures of her. She was a little obsessed. I drew a picture of us, and she tore me out of it. I was astounded." Xavier sighed. There are two reasons I don't show people this. One, they'd think I was a pansy, and two, I'm afraid people will only like me for my doodles."

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(Well, that was awful)

[Nikita Snape]

Nikita smiled absentmindedly, her eyes sparkling as she took in every detail of the drawing which was non-the-less, herself. She cocked her head to the side sighing, her voice gentle and adoring as she spoke to the man next to her, "Well, I'm glad I don't look like I'm about to murder someone." She chuckled, mainly to herself, her eyes finding Xavier's once more. "Well... I'm going to have to say that indeed, that is me, myself, and I. I love it... really I do. It's an amazing sketch, Xavier. You really do have a true talent, love." She smiled up at him, laying on his strong stomach, comfortingly.

Another laugh escaped her lips as she listened to Xavier. "HA! No, trust me... I don't think you're a creep stalker. Nor will I ever. That would be weird, yes. I know that you aren't though... so 'chillax'." Her mouth dropped open in response to his next few statements. "Wait a second... she tore you out of the picture?! Heck, if I was to tear someone out of a picture it would be myself. I'd rather look at you... but then again I don't think I would want to separate us from a picture. It would be heart breaking." She smirked, her hand caressing his face tenderly.

Nikita's eyes grew solemn, and she sighed deeply, feeling bad for her new found love. How could anyone think he was a pansy? She shook her head to the sides, trying to clear her bundled up thoughts. Then finally her voice filled the empty night air, chiming and seeming to hang in the moonlight darkness, as the words escaped her lips, "I don't think you're a pansy... nor do I only like you for your 'doodles'. I like you for who you are... and who I am with you. Oh Gosh. Did I seriously just use that lame line?!" She rolled her eyes at herself, the smile never fading from her pale face.

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