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Open He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Nixon Mercury

HM Reporter | Accio! Photographer | Alone
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Mixed Blood
Relationship Status
Sexual Orientation
Curly 10 Inch Sturdy Willow Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
Underneath feeling relieved he no longer needed to run around the castle, Nixon also felt conflicted when his rose deliveries were completed for the day. After returning his bucket and going to his dorm to retrieve the roses he received earlier, he made his way outside to get some fresh air and clear his head. The pink rose in particular sent by a secret admirer had him in a loop of confusion and he wanted to figure it out, sitting down by the lake and twirling the rose in his hand as he looked over it. When he first read the note with it, his mind immediately thought the admirer was Liam, but as the day unfolded and he had more time to think about it, he wondered if it was sent by Liam after all, and most importantly what he should do about it whether it was from Liam or not. He had never had a secret admirer before, heck, he never thought anyone would want to admire him from afar in the same way he did with so many other people. In his own eyes he was a last resort, a loner with with nothing to offer and not near attractive enough to warrant anyone liking him back, and over time this was becoming more obvious to him. So the notion that there was someone that admired him, although in secret, wasn't something he thought was in his realm of possibilities.​
Not knowing what else to do, Nixon brought his free hand to the rose and began to slowly pluck each petal from it, absent mindedly muttering to himself. "He loves me, he loves me not." It was a cheesy thing to do and he knew it, and it wasn't like the rose's petals would answer his many questions and tell him something he didn't already know. However the action of removing each petal as something to occupy his hands while he processed his thoughts was proving to be helpful, a small calmness he could find amidst confusion he was feeling.​

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