{O'Dakota}Marie~!{I know Our Love is New}

[Marie Devereaux]

<sub>Her eyes sparkled when he thanked her. Marie didn't know what had gotten into her. This boy was her tour guide, not some flirtatious guy that'd gotten ahold of her. Mentally, she blinked and shook herself, but her brain didn't seem to be connecting with the rest of her body today.

Terence.

To her, he was an enigma, and she was dying to try and figure him out. He was handsome in that strange sort of way that she believed she'd only seen once, and that was here at this English school. He fascinated and attracted her and she had no idea why. She'd never experienced such a peculiar mix of these particular two emotions before. As she thought this, he thanked her, and a breath caught in her throat. Immediately, she became irrisitably shy, pulling into herself. But her polite side spat out the words: "Je vous en prie."

A moment later, she was yanking herself back out into the open. The French girl scolded herself internally. She had to get over her shyness. It was unattractive and unladylike, according to her old Headmistress. "You're most welcome," she translated quickly, amazed that she could still function while focusing all her efforts on not seeming reserved. Finally, he opened his mouth and asked something of her. In that moment, her shyness went away. Perhaps it was good luck, or maybe this boy had some power over her. But the next moment, a stunning grin was spreading across her face and she was nodding vigorously.

"J'aimerais à," she answered, too excited to think. Finally, she shook her head, closing her eyes as she did, still grinning. A moment later, they popped open again, brown irises shining. "I'd love to."</sub>

[Terence Landon Wittney]

Once again the appalled expression dawned on Terrence's features. "Really?
These were the only words to form on his tongue. Complete and utter disbelief washed over his body having his knees jingle like jello. But as an excited expression dawned on the tiny girl's face he knew that she wasn't lying. She wanted to go. And wanted to go with him. Facial features broading a grin he nodded at his own thoughts.
"I, well, okay then!"
Stumbling over his words he tried to find the right in to another conversation. "So, about your favorite subject?" A ray of pink blossomed over the apples of his cheeks, shading his skin an embarrassing pink-red color, as he reached for one of her slender hands. Molding his own clumsy fingers into the cracks of her won he smiled at the heat radiating from the girl by his side.
By his side.

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[Marie Devereaux]

<sub>The Frenchie wondered how he could be so amazed at her immediate acceptance. Marie herself was still trying to get over the fact that he'd asked her. In her opinion, girls should be lining up to have an escort like Terence help them on their way to this ball that Professor Dumblebee (or whatever he was called, Marie couldn't remember) had told her about earlier that afternoon.

She blinked as he questioned her agreement, and immediately, her heart sank. Perhaps it was only a pity invite, and he hadn't really wanted to go with her. The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He was a handsome English gentleman and she was some rough, lowly street urchin. Why in all the Earth would he want to attend the Yule Ball with her?

However, all these thoughts were pushed out of her brain the moment she felt his hand softly touching hers, slipping his fingers in between hers. The sensation of his rough, strong hand next to her soft, delicate one made her face go hot. She thanked all the dieties in Heaven that her French skin made the blush not as terribly noticable as it would have been, had her skin been pale.

She glanced around at the other students, having that strange feeling that one often has when embarrassed, like everyone was staring right at her. Her dark brown eyes made a wide circle aroudn the room before finding his blue-green ones and she let out a small, sheepish smile. "Charms?"</sub>

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Absolutely." he muttered hiding his eyes with the tips of his sandy blonde hair. Gently he attempted to lead Marie through the library. Following a crowd of Ravenclaws who were eagerly bent over a book he "excused" his way through the crowd to his destination. Rubbing his sleeve over one of the golden plates Terry rubbed away the grim allowing the words engraved to become particularly legible. "Charms." He murmured scratching off an unknown substance from the plate. The Hufflepuff glanced down the rows of shelves and smiled. There was one upside too a wizarding library, besides the helpful content, was the magical qualities the books had themselves. Even some of the oldest books interacted with you. Running his free hand along the bindings of the ancient books be smiled. Finding the right binding he smiled letting go of Marie's hand only for a second to release the book from it's dusty home. Brushing the dust from the binding he grinned for a second time. "First Charms book I picked up." Cracking the book open it sprung to life showing 3D images of testing subjects with particularly easy Charms. "First year book, but I still find it interesting."

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[Marie Devereaux]

<sub>Marie wasn't one for being put on the spot. Or being embarrassed. She didn't enjoy it, and she sure didn't seek out opportunities to be either one. But this time, it wasn't as bad as other times. Usually, when she was embarrassed, it was alone. But now, Terence was with her in her slightly mordified state. And that made everything a bit better.

As he led her through the library, she took in the state of things. But she wasn't really paying much attention. She kept sneaking glances back at him, when he wasn't looking. The French girl felt rather creepy for doing so, but she couldn't stop her dark brown eyes from doing so. And it was weirding her out. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Or when Terence. But he was more intriguing and handsome than she knew how to put, so she doubted there was anything wrong with him. More likely her.

When he showed her the book, she was genuinely interested. As a Muggle-born, she'd never really seen magical books, and that pulled her away from her fascination with this boy for a little while. "Ze peectures," she trailed off, before addressing the book as a whole. "Eet's..." She couldn't really find the right word for it, and instead stood, her eyes locked on the book, watching the little pictures perform the spells they were mirroring.</sub>

[Terence Landon Wittney]

Thud, thud thud, thud, thud.
Terence slide the book onto the bookcase table, running his finger along the edge of the book. "Did, you hear... that?"
Thud, whack whack, thud thud. Scrunching his nose up he listened closer, only to realize he must look like a fool. "Nevermind..." Terry murmured glancing around the empty walkways. Bubbling at the pit of his stomach, became, the most awkward feeling. He couldn't describe it, so he did his best to push it aside as he withdrew another book from the mahogany shelves. Thud, thud thud. In midreach he paused intently listening to his surroundings. There was no one but them. No one at all. In a flurry to disguise his ridiculous actions he flipped the old book's cover over skimming the pages quickly. "Hmm, I thought this was it..."
Whack, thud.
The noise, a small noise which became increasingly obvious that he could only hear it. The sickening feeling withdrew from his stomach again and the "thuds" in his ears became alarmingly loud. The sound began to, as he could only think to imagine, slip down his throat and nestle in a chamber of his heart. This is what it is? Kneading his knuckles over the position where his heart laid Terence frowned. But, after once glance at Marie, his heart sped up and the "thuds" increased once more. Oh, infatuation? Liking, love?
It was unknown as French was an almost foreign language to him.
Terence dabbled, but never fell. So the feeling was unsure, and confusing. All he began to grasp was, he liked it. The sound, sounded pretty good.

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[Marie Devereaux]

<sub>Marie was confused at his questions. Perhaps it was the fact that her hearing had never been top-notch, or maybe it was just that she wasn't really paying attention to anything but him in those few moments. "What iz zis noise you speak of?" she questioned him, sounding so strangely formal.

That was the thing about French. As the language of the intellectuals, it tended to be overly formal, so whenever she translated anything from it to English, it ended up sounding like she was some stuck-up brat. Which was definitely not what she wanted to sound like around this boy. But she'd been talking like that since she met this boy, and he seemed to like it, so perhaps she should continue?

Marie didn't know. Romantics confused her just as much as the English language did. She preferred things you could see and touch. The real world rather than the tangled mess of emotions that she could never see or touch. But she could feel them.

Such as what she was feeling with Terence right now. A sort of attraction yet affection. He was a handsome boy, in her opinion, and although he seemed to be a tad shy at times, she liked him. She liked him a lot. The next moment, her accented voice muttered, "You alright, Terence?"</sub>

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Uh ya..." Stuttering his way through his sentence he quickly took a seat at the closest table. His nerves left him practically jumping out of him skin. The strangest thin is he really didn't have much to be worried about... besides making a totally fool of himself. That was already a guarantee....
"Uhmm uh, well so. Hhave you unpacked already?"
Whack
Another word caught in his throat flushing his skin a bright red.
It was going just great.... ?

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