Give Me A Day, Jamie [Jamie]

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Liona surely felt like she was dying because at the rate her heart was beating it was sure to burst out of her chest at any moment now. And she was pretty sure that she was melting the sole of her boots with how fast she was pacing back and forth in front of the area where the Room of Requirement was supposed to appear. She had never, never imagined that Jamie would suggest they meet so soon. They'd been talking through their letters for almost a month now. She'd still never settled in her head if that was a long time or not but it had almost been a month since she'd first received that random letter and now here she was with feelings she still didn't quite want to put a name to, now especially. Jamie had yet to fully figured out who she was and that was just one cause of the pacing. How would she react to know that it was her whom she sent love letters to? Her who flirted with her and had wished to pursue a relationship after they'd both graduated in May? She still hadn't apologized for her actions at this very spot and so it was some kind of cruel twist that she'd wanted to come here. The look in her eyes had still haunted her and it had been why she was so hesitant to meet, trying to hold on to her identity as long as she could. Though Jamie had given her the option to charm herself, she'd hated the idea so she'd chosen not to. She wasn't ashamed of how she looked and the thought of having to change her appearance did not sit well with her. She wanted to make it better somehow but she couldn't kid herself into thinking that there was a possibility that Jamie would take one look at her and leave. Their letters would stop and she would be left to nurse her own heart back together.

She wouldn't think about that just yet though. She tried to dress well but nothing over the top for the meeting; she'd picked a red dress because she'd remembered her writing that her favorite color was red. She'd even bought herself a bracelet similar to the one she'd given her on Valentine's Day, it being placed gently around her wrist though it was clutched behind her back now as she paced. She was just waiting for her to arrive now. At the sound of footsteps approaching, her nervousness reached immeasurable heights and she couldn't decide if she wanted to continue pacing or to force herself to stand still and just look in the direction the sound was coming from. She ended up standing up against the wall, attempting to look casual when she realized the footsteps were just those of a someone who was definitely not Jamie. She sighed and forced herself to relax more by closing her eyes and running through her Divination notes in her mind..

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Jamie was nervous. She had been nervous since she had first suggested spending a day with her pen pal, and now on the actual day of the meeting she felt distinctly ill. That probably also had something to do with the fact that the full moon had been the night previous and she was still recovering from the experience, but Jamie was trying to shake it off. Sadly, the transformation experience wasn’t exactly something that could be shaken off easily. She had left breakfast early to make sure that she got up to the Room of Requirement in time for the meeting, since Jamie hadn’t been interested in breakfast anyways, and slowly plodded up the stairs. Jamie was wondering if this was a mistake in about a hundred different ways. Why had she been so eager and quick to agree to a day so close to the full moon? She tried to avoid scheduling social gatherings around the apex of the lunar cycle, but she had just been so excited… Jamie took the last step onto the fifth floor and began walking towards the Room of Requirement. She was half-tempted to ask one of the younger Hufflepuff students to tell her who was waiting in front of the room, but that would ruin the surprise, and Jamie liked surprises. Well, she liked this surprise, at the very least. She took another deep breath, closing her eyes to steady herself and try to regain some of the energy she had lost on the long trek up the stairs. Jamie hoped she didn’t look bad – she tended to look paler than usual around the full moon, and she was sure that she had bags under her eyes, and – and her pen pal probably didn’t care, if everything they were saying was true, and they weren’t trying to lead Jamie on. Jamie smoothed down her robes, and turned the corner, keeping her feet on the ground as she walked the corridor of the Room of Requirement. She didn’t look up until she was halfway there, and when she did, Jamie froze, literally midstep.

It was Liona. Liona Zabini, who had frightened Jamie the last time the pair had met at the Room of Requirement. Liona Zabini, who was known for sometimes being snobbish and overly formal. Liona Zabini, who was a pureblood Slytherin with a younger brother… And a blonde aunt. Now that she knew her pen pal’s identity, everything began to fall into place for Jamie. She slowly lowered her foot to the ground, took another deep breath, and began walking towards Liona again, straightening her shoulders again. Why did she feel like she was about to get into another argument? They were here because they liked each other, not because they hated each other or had a history of getting into arguments. “Hi.” Jamie said quietly when she reached the other girl, unsure of what else there was to say when they had such a checkered past.

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Any attempt at relaxing had proven worthless because even just the thought of her coming around the corner had her eyes opening and her head snapping to look at the corner to see if it was her coming around. Any slight noise and she was looking there. She sighed and tried not to look up too quickly at the sound of footsteps approaching and when she did it was her. It was her She didn't notice the breath she took and held in and she didn't notice the fact that she herself stood up a little bit straighter, clasping her hands in front of her. She did notice, however, the pause in her footsteps and the shock that registered in the Hufflepuffs eyes. She noticed the moment she tied everything together in her head to realize that, yes, Liona had been writing to her this entire time. It was the same Liona Zabini. Was she able to connect them in her mind, the girl who wrote her longingly and the girl she knew not so favorably in school? She was expecting her to walk away. Her eyes widened a bit when she didn't. She tried her hardest not to put up a guard the closer she came. Was she approaching her now instead to slap her? Her brow furrowed just a bit to brace herself for it. Nothing came, she approached her and paused and gave her a simple 'hi'. Well.. it probably wasn't so simple. It was probably loaded with one thousand questions just like her mind had been loaded when she'd first found out that it had been Jamie's handwriting she'd been reading. She hadn't accurately portrayed how she'd reacted in her letters. She'd been shocked, yes of course, but she'd been mortified as well. Mortified to find out that the person she'd developed feelings for she'd not too long before frightened and antagonized. She'd figured at that point that there wasn't even possibility for something more. Fastforward and here they were. She blinked, she was sure what to say or what to do. Hi wasn't enough was it? Not for her anyway considering that her identity had been the more shocking. She lifted the hand her matching bracelet was on and shook it a little. "I finally bought myself one. I figured that because we were going to meet soon, there wasn't any point in holding off on the purchase. You'd know who I am already and so there was no longer a need to hide myself so I would be free to wear it when I wanted. Unless I did end up charming myself but I didn't think about that because I didn't like the idea of charming myself and I'd already sent for the bracelet..." she spoke guardedly but she was rambling and she knew it. She also hadn't realized that at some point she began pulling on her earring.

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Jamie kept on having to remind herself to breathe. She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, and not necessarily the good kind of strange. A part of her wanted to run away, but she had promised Liona that she’d met her, and Jamie didn’t want to regret not spending time with Liona, especially if the other girl took her walking away as a sign that she was no longer interested in a relationship. It would be fine, as soon as she could get past all of her apprehension. Jamie couldn’t remember the last time a first date had come with so much baggage. She and Harper had been friends before they started going out, but that was different – all of that history was the good kind, and this history… wasn’t. Jamie swallowed a little, wondering if Liona was going to give her a verbal lashing. Maybe this was a mistake, and her actual pen pal was somewhere else? Jamie knew that wasn’t true, but she was trying to talk herself out of being nervous, and that was the only way that she could think to do that. Liona held up her wrist, and began talking about the bracelet. Jamie’s own sun bracelet was in the pocket of her robes, and she took it out, presenting it in her palm to Liona. “I wasn’t sure if I should wear it or not.” Jamie said, voice still wary. Now that Liona had brought the bracelet up, though, Jamie figured it would be impolite not to wear it. The Hufflepuff slid the jewelry over her wrist to join the charm bracelet that Max had given her for her seventeenth birthday. When she was done, she still didn’t look Liona fully in the eyes. Jamie knew that if this day was going to be any sort of success, she was going to have to try to get past the idea of Liona being her pen pal. The Slytherin probably regretted what she had done before, but hadn’t been able to say it because that would have meant giving herself away. Knowing that her pen pal was Liona raised an interesting question for Jamie, though. “Are you going to open the room?” Their track record with being able to get the Room of Requirement to work when they were both present wasn’t stellar – in fact, it was the opposite of stellar, with neither of them being able to get the room open in the two times they’d both met outside of it before. Jamie wasn’t in the mood to try to meander around the castle looking for a place to talk in private. The full moon had taken a lot out of her, and at the moment, she just wanted to sit.

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Liona sometimes really hated the fact that she noticed so much. She noticed the fact that Jamie didn't look too well. That could have something to do with it having been the full moon the previous day. She wasn't sure about the complete details but she'd done a little bit of research on werewolves once she'd found out that she'd been her writer, just out of curiosity. She'd hoped that someday Jamie would be able to tell her about being a werewolf herself, if she was comfortable with it of course. She hadn't realized until last night there had been a full moon and it had been too late to cancel the meeting. Too late without prematurely identifying herself anyway. She hated the fact that she also noticed that Jamie seemed apprehensive. She couldn't blame her, really. She didn't blame her but it hurt a little. She probably couldn't get over the fact that it was Liona. She was probably thinking about the last time they'd met here and how Liona had acted. There was caution in her voice as she spoke and when she did speak Liona blinked and nodded, watching her take the matching bracelet out of her pocket and put it one. The urge to hold her hand came over her but she quelled it quickly. That probably wouldn't make anything better and she would hate to see her flinch because of anything she did. "It looks lovely on you." the thought slipped unfiltered from her mouth and pinched her mouth closed, pulling on her earring once more. This was so hard. She knew it was going to be hard but this... Jamie was avoiding eye contact with her while she was trying to make it. That hurt too. She sighed as Jamie asked if she was going to open the room. "That depends. Are you going to look at me?" she didn't mean to push. She was trying really hard not to push. She tried not to regret the words and she looked at her. The questioned she'd asked had been one Liona had thought about herself. Would they be able to get into the Room of Requirement now that they knew who each other were? She'd had a theory about why it hadn't opened for either of them the last two times but she didn't want to bring it up now nor did she have any way of testing it full. "Either way, I think I might need your assistance in trying to open it," as she spoke she turned and looked at the wall a bit curiously before looking back at the Hufflepuff.

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It was moments like this that Jamie was acutely aware of the fact that she had not been put into Gryffindor. For all of the Gryffindor friends she had, Jamie would have thought that she would learn something about bravery, but she was with the girl that she had been writing love letters with for nearly a month, and now the blonde couldn’t even bring herself to look up. Liona noticed that. Of course Liona noticed, because she seemed to notice everything, down to the smallest detail in Jamie’s letters. When the Slytherin girl asked if Jamie was going to look at her, the Hufflepuff’s neck snapped upwards like she had been given an order to look at Liona. Even though she wasn’t looking at the ground anymore, Jamie still wasn’t making eye contact with the Slytherin, instead looking at the wall just over Liona’s head. “Yeah, sure.” Jamie said, voice still quiet and unsure. Once again the thought of running away crossed her mind. She shouldn’t have suggested this. She should have let the meeting come natural, when Liona was ready and their encounters in the Room of Requirement weren’t so fresh in her mind. Of course, she hadn’t known that it was Liona that she needed to dust off her memories of, so Jamie wasn’t entirely at fault, and it wasn’t like she could blame the Slytherin for wanting to meet in person. Now they were at least on a somewhat equal playing field, at least as far as knowing identities went. Liona was obviously more prepared to deal with this situation, having known Jamie’s identity since Valentine’s Day, but… if they went back to writing letters, maybe it would be easier? If Liona even wanted to write her after the disaster that this date was already turning into. Jamie cleared her throat when Liona said that she was going to need the Hufflepuff’s assistance in trying to open the room. “Assistance how?” She hadn’t ever known the room to need more than one person cooperating in order to operate it, but Liona seemed to have an idea, and maybe she knew why the room hadn’t worked for them during their earlier encounters, either. That was one step above what Jamie knew, so she was willing to wait and see what the other girl had to say.

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Liona inhaled sharply at Jamie's quick motion, her head turning to her but her eyes still weren't quite meeting her own. She tried to cover her frustration by letting out the breath she'd held in. She was frustrated though, at Jamie and at herself. She wanted this to be normal so bad, she just wanted to be with her and to be able to relax with her and get to know her as she was now. Clearly that wasn't meant to be right now but really this was her fault. "Nevermind. Don't listen to me. Do what makes you comfortable." she back tracked on a wince. The way she spoke reminded her too much of how she'd been during their last encounter here. Too quiet and compliant. There didn't seem to be anything she could do to make her more comfortable and that's what was most frustrating. It even seemed that her compliment had gone ignored; she hadn't had any reaction to her words. Liona wished she would smile. Or at least look at her because even still she did not make eye contact with her. As she looked at the area where the door would appear, she thought about calling off the entire thing. Jamie knew who she was now and that would give her time to process and figure out if she wanted to move forward with pursuing a relationship or if she wanted to call off everything. That thought made her heart skip one too many beats and her frustration grew just a bit. It wasn't what she wanted of course but if that was what she decided, she wouldn't have any say in the matter. "How ironic and unfortunate," she mumbled the words to herself. There wasn't any way to fix this now. So she would do what she could, what she knew. She would be polite, as if she were at a party her mother and father were hosting for members of the ministry or for some of her mother's famous coworkers. She would slip into the pureblooded debutante facade she used often. She didn't want to but she would have to be kind in order to ease the tension, if only a little. Just kind and polite with no real thought process. She gave a small smile and nodded at her question. "If you would like me to try to open it, I can. Is there anything you would like in the room specifically? That would be plenty of assistance," her tone was as she wished, kind with a hidden wall in between. That's what this was, a wall for her heart. She just needed to make it until Jamie decided she wanted to leave.

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Upon seeing Jamie’s reaction to her half-question, half-command, Liona immediately brushed Jamie off, saying that the Hufflepuff didn’t have to listen to the Slytherin, and Jamie sighed. She didn’t know what to do in this situation. She wanted to listen to Liona, she really did, but there was still a part of her that was struggling to reconcile her silver-tongued pen pal with the girl who had sent her running with her tail between her legs. Jamie was a people-pleaser, so why was it that she couldn’t please the one person that should have mattered most? At the comment about doing what made her comfortable, Jamie sighed again. Nothing about this situation was comfortable, as much as she loathed to admit it. The Hufflepuff couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if the Slytherin had taken her offer and charmed herself, so that Jamie wouldn’t have known her identity. Would they have kissed by now? Would it have been less awkward? Jamie liked to think that it would have been easier if Liona hadn’t come as herself, but that ruined the whole concept of meeting each other in person. And maybe it would have been easier for Jamie, but who was to say that it would have been easier for Liona, who would have continued to watch everything that she said to keep from revealing her true identity? The Hufflepuff wished that she could get out of her head. If only they were at the Quidditch pitch… That probably wouldn’t have turned out well given Jamie’s exhaustion anyways. When Liona asked if Jamie wanted her to try to open the room, the Hufflepuff nodded. “By all means. It hasn’t been agreeing with me lately.” Which Liona knew already. Jamie kicked herself mentally for somehow implying that the Slytherin wouldn’t know that. Pretending like the incidents hadn’t ever happened probably wasn’t the safest (or healthiest) way to go about things, Jamie thought to herself. When Liona asked if there was anything Jamie wanted in the room, the Hufflepuff paused for a moment. “A nice armchair.” She said finally. Jamie just wanted to rest, but asking for a bed would bring a whole new world of awkward into things. “And… things to do, I guess?” Jamie knew quite a few Muggle card games to pass the time, and she was sure that Liona would know how to play Gobstones or chess or something. Having something to do with her hands would make her less nervous, Jamie hoped.

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It was like they were strangers now. She felt like the past month may have been for nothing. They'd spent so much time bonding through their letters and getting to know each other. Maybe she shouldn't feel like that because maybe she just needed to give her time to process but Liona was feeling so impatient. She wanted to hug her. She wanted to kiss her like she'd thought about so many times while writing her. She wanted... she wanted, she wanted, she wanted. It was all she could think about. It was selfish but at one time she'd thought that Jamie had wanted all of the same things too. She nodded as Jamie stated she'd been having trouble with the door opening. She didn't know how many times she'd been to the Room of Requirement recently so she wondered if she'd had trouble opening even when she wasn't near. Liona didn't use the room that often because she didn't need it nor did she find herself to often on this floor anyway. No reason to come up here when whatever she needed she could acquire elsewhere. A nice comfortable chair. And things to do. She could do that. She nodded once again before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She concentrated on the things that were asked of her and a few things she needed to make herself comfortable. A comfortable arm chair for Jamie. A comfortable full length couch for herself. Wizard's Chess. Books. Other things to do. A record player. The music she'd told her about. The music she'd told Jamie about. Her thoughts veered off into their letters and how much she'd laughed reading the ones the Hufflepuff had sent. The little details. How happy she'd been then. Ignoring the quickened beat of her heart, she sighed and opened her eyes. This time, the door had appeared, large and ornate and waiting to be opened. She did smile then; maybe she had been right about why it hadn't opened last time but the theory would have needed more testing to be sure. She turned to Jamie again before waving her hand outwards in a gesture for her to open the door. "After you," she added. She hoped that the room had conjured a few more things to do than just what she'd specifically thought. She wasn't feeling very imaginative so she couldn't really think of anything else than what had been requested of her.

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The door to the Room of Requirement opened, and Jamie half-wished that she could just duck in and leave Liona behind. It was selfish, but Jamie just wanted time to think, and she was worried that if she asked for that time, Liona was going to take it as a rejection. Jamie did think that she’d be able to get past their rocky start, given enough time and persuasion by her more romance-minded friends. However, Jamie didn’t shut the door behind herself, even though Liona invited her in first and she could have done just that, if she was quick enough. Though she had asked for the chair, Jamie was still too full of nervous energy to sit, so she made a beeline for the record player instead, flipping through the stack of records. Her lips were pursed together as she studied all of the vinyls, trying to find one that suited her mood at the moment. She was almost through with the stack when she reached a record that hadn’t been mentioned in either her letters to Liona or Liona’s letters to her. “Do you know this song?” Jamie asked, forgetting her awkwardness for a moment to show Liona the cover of the record. “Girl from Ipanema was one of the songs that my mother used to play all the time. She had a CD, of course, not a record.” Jamie said, humming the first few bars to the song to herself before glancing at Liona. “I hope you don’t mind if I play it?” She asked, already placing the record on the table and hitting the button to begin playing it. “My mother always danced to it. She was a wonderful dancer.” Jamie said, her back still to Liona in favor of watching the record spin around and around as the first few chords of the song began to fill the room. “She always let me stand on her feet while she danced around, but I didn’t inherit any of her dancing skills.” She had almost stepped on more than one partner’s toes when dancing at the Yule Ball – and that was before she had fainted. Jamie squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon the courage to ask the question that had popped into her head the minute she had seen the record. If this was in writing, she would have had no problem asking it! Jamie took a deep breath, and then rushed the words out. “Dance with me?”

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Liona's breathing was deceptively even as Jamie walked past her into the magical door. She waited just a moment, taking a deep breath and wondering just how long it would take before Jamie decided she wanted to leave before she followed the blonde into the room. She noticed when Jamie moved towards the record player instead of the conjured armchair and flipped through the records the room had made available. A secretive smile graced Liona's features before she glided towards the couch and took a seat. She wondered what was in the collection the room had provided considering the stack i her hands was bigger than just the handful of songs they'd exchanged through their letters. She was still as she listened to the sound of her flipping through the records and though her back was to Jamie, her attention wasn't focused any where else but on her and the sounds she created. The sound of her voice did surprise her slightly. She couldn't see what she was doing but she'd asked if she knew the song, she was guessing, she held in her hand. Liona turned just enough so that she could try to see the record that she held but because she was standing with her back towards Liona she was blocking it. Just before she could decline Jamie named the record and talked a bit about how her mother had played it when she was younger. When she glanced in her direction, Liona gave a polite smile in answer, hoping she would continue. When the needle finally hit the record, the tempo began and the voice of a man singing in what she assumed could be Portuguese or Spanish and the song was rather lovely and catchy. Jamie had turned around once again but she continued to talk and reminisce about her mother and her childhood, what this song meant to her. That was when she asked her to dance. Liona chewed her lip in thought for a second before she did stand and walk over to her. "Yes, of course," she said simply, "as long as you're willing to take the lead." Her back was still turned so Liona just stood at her back, not touching or reaching for her just with her hands clasped in front of her.

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Jamie hadn’t really paid much attention to Liona when she had been studying the record, which was part of the reason that she had been able to muster up the courage to ask her to dance. It was easier to think of Liona as her mystery letter writer when the Hufflepuff wasn’t looking in the Slytherin’s face. Jamie knew she was going to have to get over that eventually, because it wouldn’t do to have a girlfriend – her heart skipped a beat at the word – that she couldn’t look in the face, but she was going to take the small victories. She had asked Liona to dance, and Liona had responded that she would dance with Jamie. The Hufflepuff turned around to turn to her dance partner, straightening her shoulders slightly. Liona said that Jamie would have to lead, and the blonde nodded at that. She wasn’t entirely sure that she could lead, given that she had only ever stood on her mother’s feet, but the beat was so much a part of her body that at least she wasn’t (as) worried about stepping on Liona’s toes. Jamie took a deep breath, and then held out her hand for Liona to take. Since she was the one who was leading, her other hand needed to go on Liona’s waist, and Jamie telegraphed her movement, just in case the Slytherin decided she had had enough of the Hufflepuff’s wishy-washiness and she wanted to get out before being trapped into a dance with her. When her hands found the warmth of Liona’s body, a lump formed in Jamie’s throat. She forced herself to talk around it. “It’s kind of hard to count, so just follow me and you should be fine.” She suggested. The lyrics were still continuing in Portuguese, so Jamie couldn’t even use those as assistance for trying to explain the rhythm of the song. It was fine, Jamie told herself, before beginning to move.

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It wasn't until Jamie turned around that Liona realized that they were actually about to have their first dance together. It didn't seem like much but she'd always imagined them dancing together. It was the scene she'd imagined when she thought about the beautiful rhythm of the Chopin piece she'd told the her about in their letters. It was the story that played in her head all of the time and, even though at first she didn't know that it was Jamie, she had no problem inserting her as her dance partner and it'd made her smile then. She watched the blonde nod and take a breath before she held out her hand. Liona took it without hesitation and took a breath of her own at the contact. Her hand was warm, which was a silly thing to think, but she was just so happy to have the contact. Liona had always been a physical person when it came to love. She always wanted to touch and be touched. Something as simple as holding hands made her ridiculously happy. She didn't mention it often, if at all because she never had to ask for the contact. Which is what partially had her so frustrated in the first place and had been why she'd been so eager to meet initially. She placed her hand on Jamie's shoulder just as her hand found her waist in a typical beginning stance. After she checked that she was placed correctly she looked up into Jamie's eyes and gave a soft smile. She could only nod when Jamie told her to follow her but she didn't think the music was hard to count. As someone who played music as well as someone who learned to formally dance to music, counting it came naturally to her. And then she begin to lead her. She could tell that Jamie had been hesitant at first but then, assumed, the Hufflepuff began to reacquaint herself with the music and the movement as she'd been in her childhood and she danced a bit more confidently. She maintained eye contact and let a smiled escaped once or twice as the music continued.

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This was going… surprisingly well. Jamie hadn’t expected herself to be this good at the dance, if she was honest. She knew muscle memory could go far, but she hadn’t realized how deeply this song was ingrained into her, or how much muscle memory she had with it. It had been a while since she had her mother had danced to this song… or any song, really. That had stopped when Jamie had gotten older. Going to boarding school made it a lot more difficult to do that sort of bonding activity, but they had managed to keep dancing together until the summer after her third or fourth year, where Jamie had been enough of a petulant teenager that she had declared that dancing with her mother in their living room was stupid. Because the music was playing, Jamie didn’t feel like she had to talk, and that made the whole experience a lot more relaxing. Liona was looking at her, and smiling, and while Jamie couldn’t manage much of a smile in return, she was actually looking at the other girl, which was more than she had been able to do when they had been outside of the room. The song began to draw to a close, and Jamie was surprisingly disappointed when the last strains of the music played, and she forced herself to stop. She didn’t drop her hand from Liona’s, nor did she remove the other hand from the Slytherin’s waist. Jamie cocked her head to the side slightly, considering the other girl and trying not to ruin the un-awkwardness of the moment with any clumsy words.

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Liona was floating along to the music, following where Jamie lead her. The song was rather catchy actually; it was just another song to add to her mental list to collect. It wasn't until Jamie slowed down that she realized the song was coming to an end. She didn't think she wanted it to stop, the song or the dancing honestly. When the last note played, she expected Jamie to step away immediately and return to the way she had been before they'd dance, to retreat inside of herself and distract herself from having to look at her. She was surprised though when she stayed in the same position, a hand upon her waist and one holding her hand. Liona waited just a second more until she watched the girl tilt her head, eyes locked with hers. She could do nothing but gaze back at her. Liona wanted to kiss her. And just like that, in a pinch of a second, her eyes flashed down to the blonde's lips and she felt a small smirk grace her features. How many times had she thought about doing just that, finally being able to kiss her? How many times had she found herself distracted by the thought, even when she hadn't known it was Jamie she was daydreaming about? She shouldn't though, because even still she knew Jamie was uncomfortable with the idea of her. The smirk was gone instantly, replaced by a polite smile as her eyes met the Hufflepuff's once again. She still couldn't bring herself to let go of her hand or to move herself out of stance. "Again?" she asked instead. Maybe this was making her a bit more comfortable. At least she was looking at her now. At least she was able to touch her now.

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