sortinghat_logs | (no subject)

WHO: Rapunzel Gothel and Billy Harris
TONE: Studious, derpy, and perhaps a bit awkward.
RATING: PG?
WHEN: The 5th!
WHERE: The library
WHAT: Billy and Rapunzel have agreed to help each other in their more difficult classes.
STATUS: On-going; closed

After meeting the thirteen-year-old fifth year in Diagon Alley, Rapunzel had agreed to help Billy with herbology. She would have gladly done so no matter what, but the fact that he was going to tutor her in potions made her particularly eager to offer her services. That Wednesday was the first of their sessions; and Rapunzel had set up some cushions and plenty of herbology texts in the back of the library, behind the bookshelves. She was looking forward to this; it would be a welcome distraction. Just some friendly help after all that relationship drama. She'd been doing her best to act normal, but not telling Amelia what happened was hard, and she kept thinking about Maxim.

She shook her head and sat up, craning her neck to look past the shelves. Where was Billy?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Billy had to psych himself up to show up. It took a lot of nerve, after seeing her on the train when the prefects were all gathered together.

So he packed up all of his books and made his way to the library nervously. He watched her between the stacks for a few minutes, heart pounding in his chest, before he approached with a nervous smile and a nonaggressive shrug.

"Hey Rapunzel. Sorry I'm late, I...couldn't find one of my books."

"There you are!" Rapunzel let out something of a mix between whispering and shouting, and got to her feet to meet the boy. "Don't worry about it. I'm still just so flattered you're helping me out."

Billy's tongue stopped working right for a moment, and his facial tic kicked in a little and made him choke on his words. "Fl-- Flattered? I mean, why wouldn't I help? Besides, I sort of really need the help in Herbology." Still, he kept from blushing too bad, just, you know, nearly fumbling his books instead. "Let's, uh, get started?"

"Well, it's just nice of you, you know?" Rapunzel said, watching with a somewhat awkward smile as Billy sputtered. "We can start, sure... But are you okay?"

Billy felt anxiety squeezing his chest, and he took a deep breath and looked down at his books because that made him less nervous than looking directly at her. "I'm fine!" he said, and then smiled sheepishly at her. "Just fine. How are you?" He paused. "Which is not to say that you're not, you know, fine yourself or anything, I just. It's part of the standard pleasantries that have been encoded into me by society from a young age." another deep breath.

"Sorry, I come on kinda strong."

[At first, it was very hard for Rapunzel not to giggle at his rambling, but she stopped herself, because clearly he was feeling... Uncomfortable? Shy? She wasn't sure. She did, though, suppose it must be very hard to be so young and in a year with older students, so she gently patted his shoulder and gave him a nod.]

You come on just right, Billy. I'm fine, too.