Post by alan on Jul 1, 2012 0:06:00 GMT -8
Alan couldn't ignore her stare. It took him a moment to even realize that she was indeed staring at him, and the big guy felt his face heat up from the way she was gazing at him. Did he have something on his shirt? Had he spilled something on himself and just hadn't realized it? It would be just like him to do such a thing, and he looked down at his chest, his free hand smoothing down the fabric on his chest before she asked if she would catch a cold and pat him along the diaphragm almost... awkwardly. He was still blushing, he really couldn't help himself, and it didn't help that she suddenly touched him. Touching was still very new to Alan, and he just kept that smile on his face like it would some how make up for the fact that he was beat red.
"I'll be fine for a little bit, promise. Just long enough to make sure no one's around." He glanced around, spotting a family walking along. He had no idea if they were muggles or not. Which meant he couldn't fully pull out his wand from his back pocket, hidden by jeans and that white shirt that Nia had been admiring. There really wasn't anything on his shirt, so what had she been staring at? It was just a white shirt, there wasn't anything amazing about it in the least bit. He looked at her, watching the family start to move along at a slow pace. "I'll dry it out for you, soon as we can uh, be sure of things." Which was Alan talk for making sure that muggles weren't around. He was still smiling at her of course, trying to make the blush drop from his cheeks somehow.
The red head looked up and around, nodding off to a grouping of trees. It would be easier to do magic there. Away from prying eyes. Never mind the fact he could have just dried the coat on her back in such a situation, but it wasn't in him to act any differently. He would have done the same had anyone, male, female, young or old, had the same situation arisen, yet some how he couldn't help but remember the feel of her shoulders under the jacket and his hands. Nor the fact that he was still somehow blushing. He moved towards the trees, her jacket still clasped carefully in his hands as he walked.