First Date, or Something Like That || Hermione

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7e3a3a 15px solid; border-left: #f7dc8b 15px solid;] There weren’t many occasions in Fred’s life that he was nervous, but now was definitely one of them. Out of all the occasions though, none of them have ever been with a girl. Normally, girls weren’t a problem with Fred. He was usually a natural with them and generally a good flirt. However, this was a different girl and he couldn’t help but feel this was much more important than any date or relationship he ever had. There was a pit in his stomach and he tried to focus on looking decent to distract himself. He had no idea what to wear and George wasn’t around to give him any advice, not that it would have helped all that much. While looking at his reflection he tugged on the collar of his shirt nervously. He wasn’t sure why he cared all of a sudden what she thought of him. All of this was new to him and his head was wheeling. He wanted to impress her, but didn’t know how. Also, he didn’t want to look like a complete git. There was a side of Fred that was serious, and he was going to show her that. The prankster part of him was still a huge part of his life, but he wanted to show her that wasn’t the only part that existed. It was hard for him not to tease a little or be sarcastic, but he was sure Hermione would get used to that. That is, if she gives him another shot after tonight. Fred paced around his flat, adjusting and straightening things with a flick of his wand. For once, the loft looked mostly tidy. Every minute or so he checked the clock, frowning each occasion no time seemed to have pass at all. When he walked into his kitchen he checked for probably the tenth time on the flowers he had gotten her. He just took them from the garden in the burrow, hoping his Mum wouldn't notice. Muggles do that, right? He remembered his dad mentioning something about it. They were still in the last place he left them. This was hard for him because Hermione was Muggleborn. She said everything was about the same but Fred felt like it wasn’t. He felt like he was going to end up missing something and messing something up. Did he mention how nervous he was? Satisfied that the flowers were okay he walked back out of the kitchen and into the living room part of the loft again to pace. She was supposed to make dinner and he was going to help. He still hadn’t a clue what they were going to make though. A small part of him hoped it was steak and kidney pie because that was his favorite, but he seriously doubted that was it. There was a time that he and George tried to make it like their Mum once and it’s a miracle that they’re alive to tell the story. Fred couldn’t recall another time in his life when he had seen that much smoke. He let out a small snort at the memory and his mind drifted to food again. Nerves had gotten the best of him and he hadn’t eaten in hours. Another craving took over him and this time his mouth watered at the thought of roast potatoes. He made a mental note to eat at the burrow more. When Fred glanced at the clock again his stomach twisted into all kinds of knots. She would be here any minute. He darted off to check his appearance again, looking over his hair and clothes and thinking for a moment that maybe he should change. Maybe maroon wasn’t his color at all. What did he know though? He was never any good with things like that and typically he just wore what he wanted. So, why did he care now? The light knock on the door almost made Fred jump out of his skin as he quickly went to answer it. He took a moment to compose himself and reminded himself to breathe before opening the door, a nervous smile on his face.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]702 WORDS FOR fred SO FREAKING ADORABLE. fremione. ;3 DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Needless to say, it wasn't particularly easy to convince Professor Dumbledore that she needed to go to Diagon Alley on Thursday night. Alone. With no chaperone. He'd been kind enough to hear her out, but had flat out refused her before she actually remembered to explain who she was coming to see. After mentioning that she was going there to meet Fred Weasley, a member of the Order, the old Professor's eyebrows had risen dramatically, and there had been a brief pause of silence before the old man smiled, his crystal blue eyes crinkling, and told her he would have a Portkey ready for her. So, after her classes had ended, Hermione had prepared for her... well, she wasn't entirely sure what exactly, she was supposed to call this, but she supposed it could be best called a date. Hermione hadn't told her friends what she was up to, nor did she ever come down to tell anyone why she was skipping dinner this evening. Professor Dumbledore had told her a house elf would deliver it to the Gryffindor Common Room sometime during the meal, when there was nobody else there to see. Meanwhile, she'd spruced herself up as best she could, not entirely sure what to wear, how to have her hair done, or even really, what she was doing. If this was indeed a date, as she'd decided to label it, how did it work? Hermione Granger was not the most experienced when it came to the topic of dating. A distant clock chiming told her that it was time to leave. Or, rather, that the Portkey would be ready soon. Nervous, Hermione grabbed her bag full of the usual things. Her wand, a book or two (you never knew when you would need a book handy), and any form of identification she could get. Anxiously, she brushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear, and brushed off the imaginary dust from her red blouse. Her mother had always said that red was the best color on her, and she sure wasn't about to deny it. Red blouse and jeans. That was suitable, wasn't it? Hermione honestly didn't know. But after all, if she was going to be cooking (and she had no idea what she would cook, considering as she had absolutely no idea what supplies the Weasley boys kept in their cupboards), she knew she couldn't be too dressed up. That would be impractical. However, Hermione also noted that it was rather impractical the way her heart seemed to race around one of the Weasley twins, or how whenever she was in his vicinity, all logical or educated words seemed to escape her? She hadn't really confessed her feelings to anyone, recalling all of those awful memories of fourth year when she was consistently teased about Viktor Krum and she relationship she'd had with him. Taking a deep breath, the sixth year Gryffindor walked down the stairs to see a house elf was waiting for her with a small, antiquated key hoisted up on a pillow in its arms. "It'll be leaving in a little over a minute, miss," the tiny creature informed her, and Hermione nodded. Had she been any less nervous, she probably would have told the elf to call her Hermione instead of miss, but in the anxious state she was in, even that courtesy escaped her. Almost trembling, she grasped the Portkey and waited for it to take her to Diagon Alley. After waiting for a minute, it did as she expected. Hermione landed as gracefully as she could outside Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and brushed off some imaginary dust again. Gulping, her heart pounding, she managed to make her way up to the loft where she knew Fred and George lived. She honestly couldn't believe she was doing this. Trembling, she softly knocked on the door, and less than a moment later, it opened to reveal Fred Weasley. Blushing at the smile on his face (if she knew any better, she probably would have noticed that he was nervous too), Hermione meagerly managed a small smile in return. "Hello, Fred," she said softly, her voice only have as anxious as she felt. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7e3a3a 15px solid; border-left: #f7dc8b 15px solid;] Just the sight of her made his heart rate quicken and thump loudly against his chest. He couldn’t remember every having this reaction over a silly girl. But that was the thing. She wasn’t a silly girl. Fred couldn’t remember when Hermione grew up but apparently it happened and Merlin did puberty suit her well. The blush on her face only made his grin widen and he held the door for her to come inside, shutting it then behind her. He looked around his loft again, self-conscious that George managed to leave something embarrassing lying around. It was something he wouldn’t put past his twin. Knowing George, there was something or other laying around the loft that would trigger a blush on Fred’s face that would put a tomato to shame. “Err, I’m not sure what you want to cook. I have a few things in the fridge…” He said, trying to keep his voice steady. The last thing he wanted her to know was that he was nervous. His reputation for being the cool and relaxed flirt was at stake here. His hand came up and he ran his fingers through his hair in a quick motion. It was getting longer and he made a mental note to open it as he walked from the door to the inside of his kitchen. The flowers on the counter seemed to be more drained of life then he last remembered. Maybe he should have put some kind of charm on them to keep them alive. Why didn’t he think of that? He looked at them and swallowed before taking them in a hand to show her. “I got you these. I didn’t know where to get them so I stole them from the Burrow. Hopefully my Mum doesn’t notice because she might kill me, but you’re worth it.” He winked, feeling a bit of his confidence return again. He set the flowers back down on the counter and frowned at them. “They look a little sad though. I thought maybe you’d still like them though. Muggles give women flowers on dates right?” He asked curiously, pressing his lips together for a moment. There wasn’t much he was interested in about the Muggle world, but this was an exception. He didn’t understand why a guy would just give a girl something that was bound to die. It was a stupid tradition in his opinion but if it made Hermione happy then Merlin he would get her dozens of flowers. Next time, though, he thought he would get her something that wouldn’t die. It made him wonder if he would even get a second date. The thought made the pit in his stomach return. Fred swallowed and walked over to his fridge, opening it so Hermione could see inside at what he had. There wasn’t much in it, but they would be able to make something, right? He didn’t know what was supposed to be in there. With just him and George they usually ate junk and just popped by the Burrow when they were hungry for real food. Plus, with the store they didn’t have all that much time to learn how to cook. The only thing Fred was able to make was the candy that the potions were added to for their products. It was a little pathetic really. He thought about learning how to cook to impress Hermione. Girls liked that sort of thing right? With another glance into his fridge he looked at her nervously, waiting for her to respond. “Well, is there anything we could make?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting together. Maybe they were just going to be better off eating out somewhere. That possessed another problem though, because he had no idea where he would bring her.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]642 WORDS FOR fred haha they're so awkward it's just so friggin cute. and besides. pasta is the staple meal for any date. inspiration: lady and the tramp DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Hermione had been inside Weasley's Wizard Whezes numerous times this summer, but never before had she actually been up to see the flat in which the twins actually lived. As soon as Fred let her in, her eyes began roving the place, and she smiled to herself to realize that, considering as there were two young men living here, there had to have been extensive cleanup involved to make the flat look so pristine. She had always been one for organization and cleanliness, though oftentimes when Hermione got into studying or something else that equally caught her attention, those things took less precedence. She had assumed that the twins would be the same way... minus the original preference for having things neat and tidy. It impressed her to note that Fred must have done a lot of work to make the flat look so... clean. Her eyes fell on the flowers, and Hermione's face went red again. She couldn't remember a time when she blushed to many times within an hour, but Fred seemed to know all the right things to bring out this reaction in her. The flowers were darling, but even she could see that they were beginning to wilt. She smiled knowingly, and found it endearing that Fred had gone to the effort, even though he didn't exactly know what to do with them. "They do," she said in reassurance to his not knowing if this was what happened on Muggle dates. While Hermione wasn't particularly used to banter or making little quips, she decided to make an effort for Fred. She didn't want him to feel too uncomfortable in her bookish presence. "Though Muggle men tend to know that flowers should be kept in vases of water to keep them alive for some time. All flowers eventually die, of course, but keeping them in water will help them last longer. Here." She spotted a vase on the corner of their counter and let some water from the sink into it before taking the flowers off the counter (Hermione almost laughed when some dirt came off at the contact), and set them in the water. "There. Now they're perfect." It was strange, she realized, that it almost felt like she knew more about dating than Fred did. She could count the number of dates she'd been on in her life on one hand, this one included (if it could be counted as a date, she supposed), and yet here he was asking her all these questions. Were wizarding dates really so different from Muggle ones? Hermione could never be sure... considering as she had never experienced both. It was another impressive and sweet notion that Fred was at least trying to learn for her. The idea made Hermione blush. It was hard to believe that he was so serious about all this. She followed him to the kitchen, taking note of what he said. "I'll take a look," she said brightly, desperately trying herself not to seem so nervous. "I'm sure you've got something I can fix up." Without further ado, Hermione opened up said fridge and looked inside. It was reasonably sparse, but then again she hadn't expected any differently. There were only two young men living in this flat - two young men who, she was sure, didn't cook very often. She saw a few useable ingredients, including an unopened can of marinara sauce. And a pack of mozzarella cheese. An idea popped into her head, but Hermione certainly didn't want to go scouring around in the cupboards without permission. "Would you happen to have any noodles of some kind in the cupboards? If you do, I could probably make some kind of pasta. If that's alright with you." She added that last bit hastily, flushing a bit as she realized she didn't want to sound assuming. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7e3a3a 15px solid; border-left: #f7dc8b 15px solid;] The reddish color on her cheeks looked absolutely endearing on her and he almost made it a point to tell her before rethinking it. He didn’t want to fluster her completely and make her run for the hills. Fred got a feeling that Hermione was the type of girl that didn’t need too much flattery, but only just enough. So, he pressed his lips together and restrained himself from spewing any of his flirty comments her way, and simply enjoyed that he was able to make her blush. It gave him a sense of self-satisfaction, and the thought that maybe this night would turn out to be great. It wasn’t so much that he had his doubts, but she was so beautiful and he was a goofy prankster. The two were complete opposites and he was fully relying on the saying that opposites attract for this to work. She made a comment about the flowers going in water and he mentally slapped himself, hard. Of course he had to put the flowers in water. Why didn’t he think of that? Mum always watered the flowers in the garden to keep them alive, but Fred figured leaving the roots on them would have been enough to keep them alive at least a little bit. Her comment made his face start to heat up. It made him feel as if he didn’t know what he was doing, and that in turn made him feel rather foolish. As she placed the flowers in the water he watched the clear water turn to a murky brown and felt his cheeks get even hotter. He felt like a complete git mucking up something so easy. However, a half-grin tugged at his lips when she mentioned the flowers being perfect. It amazed him how she could make him leap from one emotion to another almost instantly. She was intoxicating really. As he watched her move through the kitchen he was fully entranced by her. There was a slight blush on her face and Fred was confused as to why it was there. He hadn’t said anything, and he wished at that moment that he were able to read her thoughts. Maybe he should have learned legilimency while he was at school. It would come in handy right about now because all he could do was guess what she was thinking. He wondered if she really knew how serious he was. There wasn’t anything that he wanted more at this moment then to show her how much he truly wanted to impress and be with her. There was just something about her he didn’t see before, and hell he must’ve been blind. She went over to the fridge and he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. There was truly never a time around a girl where he had felt this jittery. His palms were even starting to get clammy. Nonchalantly, he rubbed them on his pants and followed her to the fridge while she looked through it. He looked over her shoulder, trying to figure out what she was putting together in that bright head of hers. When she turned around to face him, his lips quirked up into a grin. She asked if he had any noodles and he hoped to Merlin that he did. Pasta sounded amazing right now and he was completely famished. “I dunno, but I’ll check!” He answered, opening a few cabinets with a quick flick of his wand. As he scanned through them, his face lit up at the sight of the noodles. They were in a blue box hiding behind a can of something or other. “George was probably trying to hide this.” His grin was mischievous and with another lazy wave of his wand the pasta flew into his hand. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He knew that you had to put the pasta into boiling water. Each time he ever tried it though the pasta turned out crunchy and disgusting. “So, ‘Mione…what can I do to help?” He asked, setting the pasta onto the counter near his oven.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]469 WORDS FOR fred sorry if this is awful. xP DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]As soon as Fred had pulled down the noodles, Hermione set to work. She was all too accustomed to cooking. Being the single child of two very hardworking parents had often left Hermione home alone as a younger girl, and in order to cope, her mother had taught her how to cook. More often than not, after that, Hermione often cooked for the whole family. The thought brought a warm scene to Hermione's mind, a time when life was simpler. She'd been eight, and had made a huge plate of fish and chips for her and her family to share. The three Grangers had feasted that night, and afterwards Hermione had played a board game with her father before being sent up for bed. She smiled to herself as she browsed through the cupboards for pots and pans, and pulled out the appropriate ones she'd knew she'd need. Fred asked her if she needed any help, and she looked at him, grinning. "I'm afraid I can't do much more than some simple spaghetti, but I'll leave you in charge of the sauce." She smiled and filled one of the pots with boiling water. "Let me get started with this, and I'll show you how easy it is to make spaghetti." Hermione wasn't sure what Fred expected out of this, so she decided to give him something akin to a lecture. Maybe, if she taught him how to cook at least once dish, he and George wouldn't be so helpless when it came to food. The idea made Hermione's smile turn from one of reminiscing into one of amusement. "Look, see, you have to get this pan of water boiling before you can put the noodles in to cook." She set it on the stove and turned on the burner. Thinking of a simpler way, she glanced at Fred. "So we can make this quicker, do you think you could, erm... cast a charm on the water to warm it up?" She fiddled around with the pan and then looked around through the drawers to find utensils she could use. Hermione felt so nosy, looking around Fred's kitchen, and the idea brought an embarrassed expression to her face. Finally, she managed to find a pair of rather primitive mixing spoons, and decided that they would do. "Once we put the noodles in the boiling water, we'll start on the sauce. You can let that heat naturally. And since you're in charge of it, you can make sure it doesn't explode all over the place. And that means to stir it while it heats up." Hermione wasn't entirely sure why she was enjoying this so much, but in eyeing the Weasley twin, a blush quickly flooded her cheeks as she noticed that just looking at him caused her heart to pound. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); width: 390px; height: 450px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; opacity: 0.8; border-right: #7e3a3a 15px solid; border-left: #f7dc8b 15px solid;] Fred watched Hermione as she cooked. He couldn’t help but wonder how she got so good at being in the kitchen. She was probably allowed in the kitchen though unlike Fred. He had somewhat of a tendency to blow things up and he wasn’t sure how this whole cooking thing was going to go for him. He watched her move through the kitchen and couldn’t help but admire her. This was something he wouldn’t mind everyday. A slight smile formed on his face and watched Hermione look through his cupboards and cabinets. She seemed to be more comfortable now in his kitchen and his smile grew. He didn’t like that she seemed so embarrassed and jittery at going through his things. It’s not like he had secrets stored in his cabinets and he couldn’t understand why it would be at all rude. She said she couldn’t do much more than some simple spaghetti and that was going enough for him. Simple was good. When she left him in charge of the sauce he blinked. It would have been wiser to leave him in charge of just watching the spaghetti. At least that had no chance of exploding. “I think I can manage that.” Fred swallowed and reached for the jar of sauce, opening it by hand. His mother was always complaining about them doing everything with wands and it stuck with him eventually. He used magic for a lot of things, but not everything. As Hermione started to turn this date into a cooking class Fred had to keep himself from an eye roll. It was typical of her to make this a learning experience and the more he thought about it the more it made him want to smile. He snorted. It wasn’t that he wasn’t capable of making pasta; he just didn’t have the attention span. Also, because of that, things blew up and caught on fire a lot. When she smiled he wished again that he could read her thoughts. A lot seemed to be going on in her little head and he longed to know what she was thinking. Did she hate him? Or was she enjoying herself? She told him about getting the water to boil and watched in amusement as she turned on the burner. Then she glanced at him and he flashed a grin automatically. “Oh sure,” he replied, pulling his wand from his robe and pointing it at the pot. To his surprise there were no explosions and the water started to boil immediately. It was perfect. “There ya go,” he smiled and put his wand away again. When he glanced at her again she looked embarrassed to be going through his things, yet again. He snorted and grabbed a small pot from under the stove. After turning on a burner he started to heat up the marinara, stirring it occasionally. “You don’t have to look so embarrassed. You’re going through my kitchen, not my underwear drawer. I don’t mind, really.” He told her, wondering if he could make her flush by the mention of his briefs. It had become a game to him, seeing how many times he could make her blush. Fred turned back to the sauce and stirred it when it started to bubble too much. He turned down the heat and hopped up onto the counter, stealing glances at her occasionally. “So, how did you manage to sneak out of Hogwarts?” He asked, knowing that there was a slim to none chance that she actually snuck out. Instead she probably asked permission to leave for something or another and being who she was, they obviously let her. However, he was still amused to hear how she got out. His stomach growled quietly and he started to wonder just how much longer this was going to take.

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[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]571 WORDS FOR fred no idea where my muse is. DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Hermione smiled at Fred cheerfully as he took to stirring and tending to the marinara, blushing all the while. This was, in reality, the very first date she'd ever been on. She'd never visited a boy's home before (the Burrow didn't count, as she hadn't been invited there to solely see Ron, and it wasn't as though Ron lived alone), and realizing all this made her just a tad nervous. She honestly wasn't sure what she was doing - and if there was one thing Hermione hated, it was not knowing how to do something. At least she knew how to properly fix spaghetti. As he set the water to its proper boiling point, she took the noodles and poured them in without much though, as murmuring a quick thanks to him. She still found it embarrassing that she'd been looking through his kitchen, and she smiled nervously at what he'd said. "I know, but... but it's still your home, I've really got no right to be looking through any of your things." Maybe it was his smile, or maybe it was the urge she had to ruffle his fiery red hair, or something else entirely that had her so flustered. Either way, her heart fluttered as she looked around and rubbed the back of her neck. She turned away from the noodles for a minute to look at both Fred and the surrounding flat. She did her best to drink everything in, to try and remember absolutely everything about this moment. She felt unnaturally warm, as though her blood were boiling, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Everything about Fred's flat seemed homey, warm... it was much like the Burrow in that way. It also somewhat reminded her of her parent's townhouse in Bristol, where she spent a majority of her summers, in that sort of way. He proceeded to ask her how she'd gotten out of Hogwarts, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "I didn't sneak anywhere," she quipped, as though it was scandalous for anyone to suggest that she'd be such a rule-breaker as to actually sneak of of Hogwarts' grounds for an evening. She turned back to the noodles to give them a stir before continuing her response. "Professor Dumbledore arranged for a Portkey. It'll leave once I enchant a set time, but he wants me back in the entrance hall no later than 10. Curfew, you know." She threw a witty smile in his direction, trying to be something other than a know-it-all. It wasn't that Hermione felt she had something to prove, but sometimes... well, sometimes she didn't like just being the know-it-all. She wasn't sure what she had with Fred. She knew this was something of a date... but she had absolutely no real idea what they had between them. But, as she'd iterated several times before... she didn't know what she was doing when it came to this field of expertise. Fred made everything entirely new to her... he was even bringing out a side to her that even she didn't know about. He made her more relaxed... an idea which seemed to clash with the thought that he made her so flustered at the same time. "What about you? I mean... where'd you shove off George for the evening? Everything alright with the shop" She wasn't particularly fond of small talk... but what else was there for her to talk about? [/style]

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[marisa]

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