Post by Hugo Weasley on Nov 15, 2009 4:50:42 GMT
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It was true, Hugo Weasley really should have been in the Great Hall eeating dinner at the moment, but no. He was much too nervous to do anything, let alone consume food. He was absent-mindedly standing on his skateboard, shifting his weight from foot to foot so the wheels rolled a couple of inches from side to side. The soft creak that the floorboards of the Shack made under him was oddly relaxing, and he needed something to help him calm down. Sure, this girl was beautiful and perfect in every way...but he could do it. He could ask her to the ball. It wouldn't be hard, right? Just a simple, 'Uhm, hey, you wanna go to the Yule Ball with me? I know I'm a lot younger then you...but hey, age is just a number right?'
Wrong.
Hugo grabbed the bill of his hat, twisting it so it was backwards and the logo of his favorite Muggle Basball team (New York Yankees!) was facing behind him. He wiped his sweaty palms on his skin-tight, red-colored jeans, sighing and wondering if she thought he was gay for wearing them. A few people did, well, before the saw what a flirt he was.
Girls were so confusing. Hugo'd never understand them, and they'd be the death of him. He knew that he had already offered to escort his sister to the Ball because Ted was such a royal git...But...he knew she wouldn't mind sharing him during the night.
Oh, hopefully she didn't already have a date...she wouldn't, though, because she would have told him, right? They were friends, right? Oh, he hoped they were friends...he thought they were friends...why was he being so paranoid!? Well, maybe if she wasn't so damn fiiiine he wouldn't have been worrying so much.
Oh Lils, you better hurry up so I can get your advice on all this! Hugo thought, shoving his hands into the pockets.