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- Willow Wand, 11 3/4", Essence of Pixie Dust
Looking aside in embarassment, Sabrina still managed to laugh. It helped that Calcifur was rather amused by her occupation, and he looked so happy and comfortable that Sabrina had to suppress a blush as she realised how attracted she was to the mysterious wizard. This won't do. Not at all. You don't invite anyone in, Sabrina, and you don't become attracted to people. It just winds up with heartbreak and plenty of unnecessary stress, and it's not like you'll ever see this man again, so stop it.
Her mind was her harshest critic, but she always fell victim to its harsh words. She withdrew her hand from beneath the table and set it down, unsure as to whether to touch his hand or not. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily), Cal removed his hand, so Sabrina wasn't tormented by indecisiveness. She simply left her hand on the table, the other one joining it, thankful that she was wearing long sleeves. "And the tarot cards, don't forget the tarot cards." She grinned at Calcifur, hiding her awkwardness fairly well, she hoped.
Giving a small shrug at Cal's suspicion - it was true, after all - she listened to what he had to say, genuinely curious about his occupation. "No point in calling the Aurors," she protested. "They're either paper pushers or should be worrying about other things. Don't really care for them." Admittedly, her life had been saved by an Auror, in more ways than one, but in general she didn't pay much attention to the ministry, nor worry about them much. Life went on the same as always. People survived. People used questionable means to survive, that was a fact. No point in trying to mess with that.
Sabrina almost gave a start when Cal took her hand - this time he had no real reason to do such a thing, and she was a little confused. Her mind continuously bombarded her with negative messages, but she put on an impassive smile, trying to ignore the cacophony in her mind.
Tilting her head, Sabrina gave a small frown. She didn't frown very often, nor was it particuarly scary or menacing, but now she was genuinely confused and almost insulted. "Are you trying to scare me, Mr Giordano, because I'll have you know that it takes a lot to frighten me." Her tone and her face softened a little, turning in to a seeming of...almost sadness, that Sabrina simply couldn't control. "If you want me to go, Cal, just say so." She didn't really want to leave him, but she had the feeling he'd probably had enough of her, probably forever. She doubted he'd ever want to see her again, even though she would love to get to know him better and befriend him. This is why you're better off alone.
Her mind was her harshest critic, but she always fell victim to its harsh words. She withdrew her hand from beneath the table and set it down, unsure as to whether to touch his hand or not. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily), Cal removed his hand, so Sabrina wasn't tormented by indecisiveness. She simply left her hand on the table, the other one joining it, thankful that she was wearing long sleeves. "And the tarot cards, don't forget the tarot cards." She grinned at Calcifur, hiding her awkwardness fairly well, she hoped.
Giving a small shrug at Cal's suspicion - it was true, after all - she listened to what he had to say, genuinely curious about his occupation. "No point in calling the Aurors," she protested. "They're either paper pushers or should be worrying about other things. Don't really care for them." Admittedly, her life had been saved by an Auror, in more ways than one, but in general she didn't pay much attention to the ministry, nor worry about them much. Life went on the same as always. People survived. People used questionable means to survive, that was a fact. No point in trying to mess with that.
Sabrina almost gave a start when Cal took her hand - this time he had no real reason to do such a thing, and she was a little confused. Her mind continuously bombarded her with negative messages, but she put on an impassive smile, trying to ignore the cacophony in her mind.
Tilting her head, Sabrina gave a small frown. She didn't frown very often, nor was it particuarly scary or menacing, but now she was genuinely confused and almost insulted. "Are you trying to scare me, Mr Giordano, because I'll have you know that it takes a lot to frighten me." Her tone and her face softened a little, turning in to a seeming of...almost sadness, that Sabrina simply couldn't control. "If you want me to go, Cal, just say so." She didn't really want to leave him, but she had the feeling he'd probably had enough of her, probably forever. She doubted he'd ever want to see her again, even though she would love to get to know him better and befriend him. This is why you're better off alone.