FEED THE FLITTERBLOOM, MOTHERFATHER {Molly&&Booty}

[Molly Smith]

Who else but Miss Oracle Molly Smith to be wandering about Greenhouses in search of a needy plant? It seems, only one other in the school would take such pride in doing so. But that mattered not, for I am Stripey (Hear me roar), and I am here to talk about Molly at the moment.

So, the blonde took her carefully place steppes in her small Ballet Flats, and wandered about Greenhouse number, what was it. Two. Her arms extended around her head, pulling the blonde hair of her's into a messy pony tail, which she then stuffed under her Black knitted hat. Upon her face was a small amount of eye liner around her glistening Grey eyes, and a small plain gloss. She hated the gloss, really, but lately her lips had been chapped. d**n this weather of theirs. She scanned over the tables, and the wall shelves in search of a un-watered plant.

It seemed, by the way the plants almost sang to each other, that most had had a healthy drink. But beside the one Flitterbloom sat a watering can, and it's roots (which were unlikely alike that of Devil Snares) were dry and wilting.

The youngest Smith child moved for the plant, levitating the watering can with a flick of her wand and allowing it to rain itself onto the Letterbomb. Such a gentle plant, it was. One of Molly's favorites, actually, in a tied place with Puffapod. Oh, the beauty's that mother nature had created for them. When plants grew, it made Molly's freckled cheeks glow; that, my beautiful reader, is what gave her an almost healthy-pale look to her. Yep, Molly sure enjoyed her plants.
YEY PLANTS.

[Tanner Boot]

Magicial and Mundane; the two types of plants of which were located in the Greenhouses. The beatuy of it all was that all three greenhouses were connected, thus all pants lived together in harmony; most of the time. There was the occasional toadstool being eaten away by one of those darn Devil Sponges. The Greenhouses were a place where you rarely spotted students. Maybe for classes of educational purposes, but that was about it. Students were indeed allowed inside, yes, and I must say it's a wonderful hook-up space, quiet place to be.
The Magical plants consisted of things such as the Flitterbloom and the Puffapod. Flitterbloom was a vine much like Devil's Snare; you could all it possibly it's relative, such as a cousin. Flitterbloom is quite lovely, though. It radiates a fresh smell and contains miniscule flowers along it's stigma. It's much more friendly than Devil's Snare, actually. It'll wind around you and play with you once watered to liveliness. But when not flowered, it is exhuatsed much like a human being may be when dehydrated. The Puffapods are really very simple flowers. The live in bunches of flowers together, their petal scruched together until they are a bud. The minute the lovely, delicate pink buds hit the floor, they bloom in to most likely to most gorgeous flower you will ever see.
Now the Mundane part of the Greenhouses is mostly home to herbs such as sneezewart and mallowsweet. Sneezewart is used to cure nasty colds and such, stopping the nose from rumming, and putting a quit to sinus infections. Too much fo this herb, though, can cause nosebleeds. Mallowsweet is a type of thick grass that centuars use to clear the skies as they stargaze. Both are really, very useful.

And who would know all of this and more? Why, Mister Tanner Boot of course. He had a craving to be with his plants, of course. Well, not a craving, no, that would make his sound like some obsessive freakzoid. The Greenhouses were just so lovely and green, filled with plants that only made the occasional noise. Truly, it was Booty's favorite place to be. It was his place of retreat, to come and unwind in his thoughts as he kept the plants alive like they deserved. It may sound a tid bit strange, but the plants were Tanner's friends. Call him insane, but he talked to the pants sometimes. The Flitterbloom, of which was his favorite plant, would wind around his arm softly and sympathectically as Tanner told it about his bad day.
So, right about now, Booty was walking in to the Greenhouses, looking absolutely gorgeous. You may expect a teenage boy who takes and takes care of plants to be either gay or scrawny and terribly unattractive. But not Tanner. Oh, gawd no. Tanner was still dressed in his school uniform, actually, since classes had only let out a mere ten or eleven minutes ago. His Hogwarts vest was around his torso, a thin white button-up under neath, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. His black pants were perfectly fine for this foggy day, indeed. His robes had been discarded on the floor from of the Greenhouse, next to his bookbag. But, anyway, on we go to his lovely features. His skin was a lovely ovlice color, soft and gorgeous with a healthy glow. It was natural, but enhanced by all the hours he spent in Quidditch practices and such. His hair was short and smooth, adorning light brown color. He kept his chair at such a small length due to the fact that as he grew it out, it would become curly and disgusting. His eyes were a warm brown color, completing most of his beauty. Now, his body. His body was fit and toned, but not over buff or muscular. He was lean and gorgeous, with nearly no hair; just how girls liked it. He wasn't towering over anyone in height, either. He was at the average mark for a male his age, and was still growing. Tanner in a nutshell? Gorgeous.
This boy had had a very boring day at classes. He needed some time to unwind and relax and think upon things. Greenhouses? Perfecto. Being the mysteriously hormone-filled teen he was, most would not suspect him in the Greenhouses unless they knew him well. He, actually, loved the plants. No, not as much as he loved Aleksandra, but he loved them. If one died, he would be sad for a moment. If one was doing quite well after a time of drought or something, he would rejoice. On the inside.
Tanner sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, running a hand over his thin, short hair, and flexing not only his abs; but his arms. He rolled up his sleeves a tad more and pulled off his vest, allowing it to drop near his robes. Tanner stripping? Oh, gawd, this would make almost all girls melt. He left his thin white button-up wrinkled and undid his yellow and grey tie, allowing it to be loose around his neck.
He took his steps over to the Lovage; the plant used in love potions, of which had been weary the past few days. He took the watering can beside it in his own hands and carefully sprinkled the crystal clear drops among the petite vines of Lovage, not noticing another being caring for a plant nearby. The light casted through the Greenhouse window fell on Tanner and made him look gorgeous and angelic; maybe like an even more beautiful painting from the Renassiance era.
Oh my sweet peanuts.

[Molly Smith]

Molly levitated the watering bucket back to it's place on the shelf, taking a step forward as she did so. Her small hands brushed the delicate looking and yet- so very strong vines of the Flitterbloom. It almost let out a cooing sound and wrapped itself softly around Molly's index finger as she stroked at it, giggling. Okay, so Molly was not like Tanner, and did not talk to plants and like, probably sex with them secretly, but she did adore them. And, on occasion she spoke like, one or two words. At this time, it was a giggle, and a shushing noise.

She was almost blinded by the light. Indeed, a few clouds had parted and sent an angelic beam of light down upon the greenhouse of which dwelled plants, Tanner Boot, and Molly. Molly send her gaze wandering toward the olive skinned boy that had a now glow on his face as it was touched by the light. Woah, angle hottie sent by the heavens and like, rearranging the sky with his attractiveness as it rains men, much? Oh, much. It was enough to make girls swoon, and yet, Molly was so very timid she did not squeal and call to him. No, she just watched a moment, before shaking her had and allowing side bangs to fall as she turned her head quickly back to the Flitterbloom.

Okay, so. There was a almost nude, just stripped sexy boy in the same room as her. And she was looking rather pretty herself. but, oh my god, sort of thing. It was tanner Boot. Didn't he hang out with that Aleksandra girl that Molly was envious of? Oh, hell, now she was getting thinking again. Molly; the thinker. Some times she got lost in thought, but, there was a Tanner right there. Who could start to drift away with him so near? Anyways, Molly wandered her thoughts for only a moment to something along the likes of, tanner Boot. Oh my gosh, that boy... he is like, really good looking... And, like, oh em gee, I could make friends with him and meet Aleksandra, and her brother. And... I guess that Jake kid. Yeah, him. Gosh, he is gorgeous. If only I was like those other girls. And, woah, we are in the same house. This is amazing. He makes me think differently, but now I am acting like a love-struck Slytherin girl. But, I don't call out to him and like, rape him, no. No, no, I am a good girl. Oh, my, he just looked at me.

And, out of the corner of her eye she saw Tanner again, and he had out her mind to silence.

[Tanner Boot]

He watched the Lovage contently as it sparked up a tad from the sudden watering of Tanner. His fingers let the drops fo water rain on the herbs a tad more, before setting the blue watering can down and leaning against the structure of which the Lovage grew upon. He crossed his arms loosely around his chest and closed his eyes, tipping his head back a bit, then light still pouring on him from outside. Oh, my, he really must have been gorgeous there. The sky was indeed raining men. And Tanner.
When around plants he felt calmed and lovely. He felt like the weight he had been caring around on his chest had just disappeared suddenly, all those worries that he had while thinking of Aleksandra and Jake and such. Dear boy was in love with a girl who knew and decided to do nothing about it; just let he and Jake fight over her, whether it be fists or telepathically; somehow. But all of that went away while he watered the plants of the Greenhouses. He let out a soft exhale, and opened his eyes as a giggle met his ears. He was scared for a moment; oh no! Had one of his followers stalked him to the Greenhouses, planning to jump on him, pin him down on the floor, and rape him right there that minute? But as he averted his warm brown eyes the the source of the giggling, he saw himself a girl. They met eyes for a moment before she turned away, looking almost...embarressed? Very pretty she was, with her blonde hair and healthy pale exterior skin. It seemed her hair was pulled up in that black hat of her's, but her face was lovely and she, herself and her demeanor, looking quite welcoming in a way. So, with a smile and a step towards her, he began to talk. Oh gawd, even his voice was hawt.
"'Lo." he began, "Didn't see you there, sorry,"
Yeah, Tanner was a hottie. And the Greenhouses were a great place to get down and dirty just happened to be their location, quiet and peaceful, perfect to hide a fling for some mid-day chatter as he welcomed a new friend to his social status.
He ran a hand over his short hair and continued to look at her in awaiting of response from the beauty he'd found.

[Molly Smith]

Molly turned to look at Tanner, who had just spoke; dreamy, deep, handsome voice and all. Yeah, Molly probably had the slightest hint of pink in her cheeks, but she was not full on intense blushage like that Potter kid she knew. Yes, Molly was quiet, but she was not shy; much.

With a small smile, Molly chimed in her soft and yet slightly confident voice, "It's alright. I didn't notice you, uhm, either?"

Uhm, wrong. Who couldn't notice Tanner? Yep, she hadn't at first, but then he was all SEXY. So she had not noticed him and yet had, simply stated.

Molly gave another smile, which was rather brave of her. And, then, she like, said a small "Anyways, hi. I'm Molly." And that was that.

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Oo; -Braindead- SORRY.

[Tanner Boot]

Molly, what a lovely name. It seemed to fit her perfectly, the girl. Blonde, soft-spoken, and delicate. Molly. "Molly," he let the name roll off his tongue, a delicate name spoken perfectly with Tanner's trendy tongue. He examined the girl for a moment; a harmeless thing, really. He allowed himself to take in her pretty face and such. Oh, no, Tanner wasn't getting attracted to some stranger girl, was he? No, most certainly not...he hoped. He knew two facts about this girl so far. Her name was Molly and she was soft-spoken. The end. Wow, was their relationship deep and romantic. Totally.
"I'm Tanner," he said with a nod of his head in greeting, stepping over to the girl in hope of more conversation. He liked this. Normally, the only ones he had to talk to in the Greenhouses were his plants. A human lifeform as himself in the Greenhouses was rare but thater comforting in a way. And Tanner, being, well, Tanner-ish had stopped his secret plant sexing and taken a fancy to talking to this lovely lady. Molly, yes?
He was close to her now, his arm brushing her's. Most girls would probably scream and go hormone-mad at this, just Tanner's touch. Tanner, just as the song states, knew how to touch a girl. His fingers were delicate and soft, perfect for a girlie to slide her hand in for a stroll or something. Lacing fingers with Tanner was always wonderful, too. His hand seemed to fit in to any girl's perfectly. He buttoned his white-button up a tad because of the humidity of the Greenhouses, or maybe just because he was attracted to this girl. He ran a hand over his hair and leaned foreward a tad to see what plant she had been watering. A smile leap on to his face, gorgeous. "The Flitterbloom. My personal favorite. You?" he asked, strokin a vine of the plant and watching it gently wind along his hand.

[Molly Smith]

Molly smiled at tanner as his name was said. Indeed, this was Tanner Boot- or, Booty, as she had heard him be called. Either way, he was gorgeous, and so was Molly, and they were both a sight for sore eyes. Actually, Molly wished she could help someone out like that; such a simple way, you know, by one looking at her. Gee, that would be perfect. But, anyways, here she was, in a humid greenhouse, with Tanner messing with the buttons on his white blouse sort of male thing. Oh, yeah, I think it just got a tad hotter, yes? oh, yes, dear Molly.

Molly giggled lightly to herself, in the sort of silent way that was like, Molly's specialty. She scooted away just briefly as Tanner, well almost, rubbed himself against her. Woah, the God's must be playing with Molly, or something along the lines.

"You.. Like the Flitterbloom? Heh," This time, her giggle-thing was aloud, and soft as always. "It's mine too. Tied with, of course, the beauty, Puffapod." Molly chimed quietly, gesturing to the Puffapod only meters away, healthy and all.

Molly turned to Tanner, again struck by his beauty, a flush of faint pink reaching her once more. d**n that boy. Well, anyways, "So," inquired Molly, "It seems we have, well, uhm... Some things, in common, yes?" And with that she attempted a smile which was the sort of thing that was killing her at the moment. Silly, silly girl.

[Tanner Boot]

Tanner gently pulled his hand from the Flitterbloom and stepped towards the Puffapods, examening the small pink buds atop the healthy-looking stems. He smiled content, and cupped one of his hands under the buds. One about to fall off landed softly in his hands, opening just a tad. He allowed the delicate bud to fall to the ground of the Greenhouse. The bud bursted open in to a gorgeous pink flower; but not as gorgeous as Tanner and Molly's children would be. Ahem ahem. He bent to take the flower from the floor and ran his eyes across the beatiful thing for a moment, before setting it beside Molly, as an offering, I suppose?
"It seems we do," he said with one of those grins. Y'know, the deadly sexy grins that made the girls melt in their tracks and totally fall head over heels for him? Yeah, that one. He tipped his head towards the ceiling and stared at the umbrella flowers for a moment. You see, Umbrella Flowers were plants that grew from the ceiling, vining their way down the walls. They errupted in to gorgeous flowers of different colors, hanging like an umbrella's structure; another one of Tanner's favorites.
How lovely of him, being attracted to this girl. Together, they'd make a fine couple. Indeed. Infact, he didn't feel shy aorund this girl at all. He smiled at her for a moment; his gorgeous face turning slightly in her direction. Then a wonderful idea popped in to his head. That weekend was a Hogsmeade trip. Why not as this lovely? I mean, it wasn't like he could ask Aleksandra without her telling Jake, and Jake telling Marco, and the four of them going all together. Sure, he loved his besties dearly, but he needed some female loving; and he hadnt' been getting much lately.
"It's nice to see someone else in the Greenhouses," he said softly to her, "So, Molly. Last name?" he asked casually, leaning against the structure that held the plants.
And gawsh, did he looked gorgeous there. The light through the clouds was still making its way down from the Heavens, raining men all over. His shirt was wrinkled, thin, and his hair-less chest was semi-exposed. He was gorgeous anyway, but this made him more-so.
So was Molly, though. If she'd just take her hair down from that black thing atop her head, she'd have the looks of a model. Indeed.
I think Tanner took interest in her.
AHEM.
NO FORESHADOWING HERE.

[Molly Smith]

Molly smiled lightly, brushing a few bangs from her eyes and turning back to the beautiful vine. She stared at it a moment; it's beauty drawing her in. Geese, this thing was gorgeous. It was like, just as gorgeous as the boy next to her; and that was saying something. So, her large Grey eyes watched the plant with intent as one vine crept up Tanner's hand, the other played around with Molly's pinky finger.

"It's Smith," She said joyfully, adoring her common last name that reminded her ever so much of her father. Yey, Zacharias is a doll.

With a slight satisfied smile, Molly turned again to the graceful Tanner Boot. She knew his name, well his first, but not his last. However, it was sort of obvious. Boot, of course. And yet still, she used this as an excuse to converse with the boy.

The smile still playing her lips, "And your's is?"

Tanner looked like an angle there. The light creeping across the floor, across him and his slightly unbuttoned torso. His short chocolate brown hair glistened ever so lightly in the sun, seeming full of luster, and his eyes watched her like a hawks. It was sort of intimidating, actually. She felt the need to be just as beautiful, but it occurred to her she never could be. I mean, she could try, by maybe taking her hair out of her hat, or she could just flutter her eye lashes at him. Either one would be embarrassing. But if he were to take the hat off and smile at her (Hint D:), then what else would there be to do? I thought not. Alas, for now, she stayed this way. Actually, she turned a bit, sort of feeling insecure around Tanner Boot. Yes, she was developing feeling for the boy, but she was like her father; it would take her month to fall completely for him.

Molly heaved a small sigh, and patted her skirt down. She watched the window for a moment (the one across the room from them), with an almost dazed expression. But it soon faded, and she returned her glances upon Tanner, who still had not lost his beauty.

[Rory Davies]

Tanner didn't know what it was, but he was certainly attracted to this girl. She wasn't at all like Aleksandra, and he liked that. She was a beautiful blonde, like Sandra, but she was soft-spoke and delicate. It seemed that she had a big heart, but it also seemed that it would be a large challenged to get inside that heart. It would take quite a lot of work to wedge himself in to there, if he was to become her boyfriend. Ah, there it was. Tanner had only juts met the girl, and he was already thinking about such. Maybe this girl would be his soulmate if they continued on talking and befriended each other. Or maybe Molly was playing an act to get close to him and his friends; since they were amung the popular groups in school. But from what he could see, Molly would never do that. She made him feel warm inside, isn't that nice and lovely? Indeed, his chest was beginning to fill with simple attraction to this lovely.
"Boot. Tanner Boot," he said with a smile, a tad suprised that she didn't know his last name. Most did. Lots and lots. Yes, it was because he was a heartthrob and due to the fact of the joke made. He was tanner than your boot. Indeed.
He took a few steps towards her again until his was at her side, face her. He pulled his hand gently away from the Flitterbloom, smiling at it as he wound its vines back and groped around its structure for something to hold on to. He looked back to Molly, though, with his large, grogeously grogeous brown eyes, and leaned foreward. Oh, goodness. No, Tanner was not like that. He wouldn't kiss her on the first few minutes of their name exchange. He reached up and softly pulled off her black hat, watching the soft blonde hair tumble down. Then, he flashed her a smile. His smile. A smile that only few got to witness. And it was gorgeous, too. He pressed the knitted thing in to her hands and nodded, "Leave you hair down," he said, "It's lovely," And with that, he ran a hand over his own hair, averting his eyes down to the Flitterbloom again.

[Molly Smith]

"uhm," Molly stumbled out. No one had ever actually, well, said any compliment on her hair. That is, except her mother and father, but even if they secretly hated her they would have smiled and said this. But, the fact was, Molly was surprised at tanner Boot's comment. Sure, her hair was lovely. Pulled into a loose pony tail, choppy side bangs escaping its grasp one by one threw the minutes until they covered beside her eye, and over it slightly. It was not the perfect Slytherin girl golden blonde sort of color that shone and glistened brightly, no. It was sort of a lighter, softer color with not so much luster, and was thick and soft. So, upon receiving the compliment, what any normal and polite girl should do, was smile; and Molly being one of those normal, polite people, did this. With her lips curved up at Tanner, she nodded slightly, she babbled a short, "Thank you, Tanner."

Molly, again, never took a liking to people when they first met. But, well, Tanner... He, well, made her heart beat. Not fast, not slow, but a slightly quicker pace then before. Molly assumed she was just excited, and that this happened when making a new friend. Tanner, indeed, would become her new friend. Or acquaintance. Or, just someone to smile at and say hello to in the halls. Or, maybe even, the boy she would fancy in marriage.

"Well," commented Molly, leaning over the plant to watch it with an almost childish curiosity as it wrapped itself around Tanner and gently hugged at him. She smiled lightly at this, "Well, you're hair is rather nice too."

Ah, Molly, such a kind girl. Yep.

[Nikki Bones]

Molly Smith was absolutely adorable. Seriously. She was cute in a childish way that made him melt, but also suprisingly sexy in a way that made him drawn to her. She just seemed so angelic, like maybe she really was one of those fair angels that fell from the heavens. Maybe she really was an angel walking upon earth. She really did have the look to be one; the pale hair and the soft complexion, and beauty in general. Not only her looks, but how peaceful and serene she seemed to be. How she seemed to use her words so delicately. How she seemed hesitant and shy, and truly a person who could commit. Already, Tanner Boot was falling for her. It may have been a bit fast, since he had just met her, but he knew that if they continued on with being friends; they could have a lot more than a friendship. He may have even found his soulmate, and she was most certainly not like Aleksandra. Aleksandra seemed a tad too rough for him, but he loved her anyway. Now he was slowly forgetting about that love and leaning towards Molly.
Upon hearing the comment about his hair, he let out his laugh. A chuckle, it was, actually a very adorable laugh. He smiled and shook his head, running a hand over the short, soft little whisps of his light brown hair, "Really? Thank you. If I grow it too long it become rather like an afro," he said, pouting his lips to one side of his face and scrunching his nose. He smiled again and cocked his head to her, "Having genes like I do does that to you, though," he said, gorgeous in every way. Perfect olive skin, lean muscles, nice face. Yeah, he was angelic, too. In a way that made girls stop what they were doing and gape.
"So, Molly, dear. Care to tell me about yourself?" he asked, patting the Flitterbloom tenderly, averting his brown eyes again to look at the plant lovingly.
Plants were such amazing things, Tanner knew. Here in the magical world, they could move and show how they were feeling. He thought that was amazing, how something without a face coudl depend on you for water and sunlight and such. Yes, he was a plant freak. So?

[Molly Smith]

Molly-dearest could not help herself as to picture the pulchritudinous Tanner Boot in swim trunks, wet, grinning and topless with a full head of curly, big hair. It was an almost-afro that she pictured. Yes, the hair that was described didn't suit him, but he was still beautiful. And Molly loved Afro's, secretly, for if she announced it all those other girls would gasp and accuse her of being weird. Which she was not. Not like that Aubrey girl, who was like, woah.

"I have to admit, what I pictured.. The hair doesn't suit you." Molly giggled, ignoring to add the fact that what she pictured was like, almost nudity. "...But, you are gorgeous either way!"

Oh my lord. Did this girl really just say that? that~!? I mean, she could have simply said it didn't make him look bad, or something along the lines, but no. Gorgeous. How could she have said that? Well, she had, and thats all there is to it. Molly Smith was never one to express her feelings, especially toward the opposite gender, and now... Well, she hoped to ignore it.

"U-u-u-uhm," The stuttering didn't help, really, Molly-dear. "I... Am one of the four Smith children... Actually, we are all born on the same day, same time-ish, and such... W-well, uhm, I like... Hats."

Ahh, Molly, a girl of few words, she is. Yey.

[Nikki Bones]

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I'm sorry. I'm seriously lacking muse and really don't feel like playing a guy right now. And i couldn't finish this sentence for another ten minutes because tow guys called. Adam, inviting me to the mall tomorrow :]. And Sid to make me fell like a worthless piece of shitt. So now I'm /really/ not in the mood to roleplay a guy. But since I love you Stripey, I'll try my best.
-groans-
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Tanner is swimming shorts with large, curly untamed hair? That'd be pretty hot. Seriously. Tanner had the slim muscles, but the four pack on its way to being a six. His skin was that amazingly healthy olive color of tan, soft at touch. His face was just so chiseled; a mixture of a god and an Abercrombie model, only a tad mor childish and not so manly. He was indeed gorgeous. More gorgeous than most. Ahem ahem. Imagine all that loveliness, only to be topped off with a afro. No. Not working. At all. But with a razor and a pair of scissors, Tanner Boot's gorgeous brown hair was cut to a short style, straight and soft as it had always been. What seemed lovely, though, was the fact that muggle straighteners existed, as well as magical products for hair and spells and such. He could grow his hair out and easily have smooth hair. Heck, he was just have to grow it out and do such for the next term. Hm. Yum, Tanner with straight, side-swept emo hair.
He chuckled again. Only a tad. Happy, lifted from the serene persona of Molly Smith. And flattered, with a tad of pink forming on his cheeks, grin curling on to his lips. Did she just call him gorgeous? Sure, lots of girls called him that but it seemed like Molly was the type of person to be sincere in her words.
Maybe she had a sincere liking for hats. Hm.
Whatever. She made Tanner's chest fill with some feeling, most likely a large mixture of happiness and something else. He wanted to be near this girl now. He wanted to be an important aspect in her life; a person she turned to or a someone she chose to hug over someone else.
"You're gorgeous yourself, missy," he said, smile on his face. No, not a smile. It was more like one of those seductive side smirks. And d**n was it hot on Tanner Boot. Oh muh gaw. He nudged her softly and looked at her for a moment, so badly wanting to reach out to her. But he didn't. They'd just met and Tanner had dignity.
Indeed.

[Erwin Weasley]

Psh, are not.

"N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-nn-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n--nn-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-noooooooooo, I'm not!~"

Wow. Just wow. Molly sure was red, and stuttery, and jumpy and such. As tanner nudged her she pulled back quickly, still red cheeked and looking awkwardly around. She totally wasn't in her opinion, but to everyone else, well, she was very beautiful. Mhm, how sweet.

Ho hum. Grew, Tanner did on Molly. Not literally, but inside she knew she was beginning to like him more and more. And Hogsmade was coming up. Molly had never been on a real date. maybe this was her chance. She was unsure if she wanted to take the chance, however. Yes, it could, well, be weird.

"..."
Molly stared wide eyed at the flowers humming together across the room. She dared not look at tanner when the blush upon her cheeks was only fading. It would be awkward, yep. So she settled on ruffling the back on her loose blone pony tail, taking it out and putting it up higher and tighter, then repeat until perfect. It was a habit, playing with her hair. It made her comfy. But, as comfy as she got, Molly knew she had to face Tanner. And she did.
"Soo, T-Tanner, uhm. Now, you tell me about your s-self..."