[--oh. Not like the same way that he, say, likes Lily. Not like that at all, because why would she come and shut the door and tell him like this, oh my wizarding god, she likes him--
Remus stares at her blankly for a good few seconds longer than necessary, trying to fight off the roaring white panic that's enveloped his mind. She likes him. She likes him, and he-- what? Well, he-- she's clever, and fun to be around. She's sensible, which he appreciates, and she's quite pretty, really, now that he looks, and--
Does he like her, then, in that way? God, he doesn't know. He wasn't even thinking about her in that light until about three seconds ago. But-- well, he wouldn't mind snogging her, a bit, and talking to her afterwards, and doing couple-ish sorts of things (whatever that means)-- which, frankly, from what James and Sirius have taught him, means they ought to just elope right now.
Remus takes a breath and gives her a rather nervous smile.]
I, um. I didn't--
[A thought occurs to him. He wrinkles his nose.]
Oh. You were who Lily was talking about. She kept hinting about it, she kept-- bloody hell.
[Oh, he probably should . . . tell her something, shouldn't he? Only what do you say? Excellent, let's have it off, something Sirius-like suggests, but Remus banishes that away. Honestly.]
You, ah-- I'm not exactly, ah, good at this sort of thing. Romance-things, I mean. Rather terrible at it, in fact. Um.
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[--oh. Not like the same way that he, say, likes Lily. Not like that at all, because why would she come and shut the door and tell him like this, oh my wizarding god, she likes him--
Remus stares at her blankly for a good few seconds longer than necessary, trying to fight off the roaring white panic that's enveloped his mind. She likes him. She likes him, and he-- what? Well, he-- she's clever, and fun to be around. She's sensible, which he appreciates, and she's quite pretty, really, now that he looks, and--
Does he like her, then, in that way? God, he doesn't know. He wasn't even thinking about her in that light until about three seconds ago. But-- well, he wouldn't mind snogging her, a bit, and talking to her afterwards, and doing couple-ish sorts of things (whatever that means)-- which, frankly, from what James and Sirius have taught him, means they ought to just elope right now.
Remus takes a breath and gives her a rather nervous smile.]
I, um. I didn't--
[A thought occurs to him. He wrinkles his nose.]
Oh. You were who Lily was talking about. She kept hinting about it, she kept-- bloody hell.
[Oh, he probably should . . . tell her something, shouldn't he? Only what do you say? Excellent, let's have it off, something Sirius-like suggests, but Remus banishes that away. Honestly.]
You, ah-- I'm not exactly, ah, good at this sort of thing. Romance-things, I mean. Rather terrible at it, in fact. Um.