Post by ryder on Feb 1, 2012 17:49:43 GMT -8
That moment of hesitation and clarification on his end definitely did not produce what he had been expecting. If anything, he figured she would want more privacy, to be left alone with her thoughts and hair dye. Of course, he knew the mechanics well enough to know that two muggles would be recommended if one was dying their hair. However, was it still necessary when one person could perform magic? He had never really thought of the typical muggle sorts of things and how they would translate to the world of witchcraft and wizardry. He could hardly have expected for her to stand up after him, not as quickly as she did. His eyes merely widened as she nearly fell, and he instinctively began to reach out to steady her before she grabbed his shirt. His hand had found her elbow, his face distinctly worried. He may have helped, but he evidently had not helped enough for him to leave yet. Ironic. He had figured he would have been the last person she wanted to be around.
He remained silent as she spoke, his brow creasing. Ryder wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it all. His first thought was that she really did need the support of another human being, even if the first time they had met had been less than graceful. A small frown tugged at his lips as he listened. Once more, he found himself thinking about how badly this whole leaving thing had gone over for her. He had gotten left before, but it hardly qualified for the same sort of thing. They had been children, they still were practically kids, even if it had lasted for a few years. Even then, the idea of marriage was such a strange thought. Here Gemma was, expecting children and engaged to a man she claimed to love. He had to stop himself from shaking his head at how ridiculous it sounded coming from a student, a teenager. How did he answer her? Every impulse was telling him to break tension and try and make things lighter, but that didn’t seem particularly realistic right now.
“You’d trust a boy with your hair color?” he finally managed to tease, managing to find a small smile during his words. He cleared his throat before moving his hand to stabilize her other elbow. “Hey, sure, I’ll stick around. I can’t leave you like this, what kind of friend would that make me?” His words were surprisingly gentle. He would have to thank Lyle some day for helping him those years ago. It hadn’t been nearly the same, but consoling someone who was going through a tough time was certainly not Ryder’s element. He moved his hands to her wrists, slowly trying to coax her back in the direction where water could be reached. There was a moment where he realized that he really had no idea how hair dye actually worked. You put it on your head, waited, and rinsed it out, right? How complicated could it possibly be? Although, if he knew anything about women’s beauty products, it was that they were much more complicated than necessary.
He moved to grab the box, glancing at it. Brunette? Of all the colors she could have gone with that blonde hair, she was going to dye it dark? He figured he wasn’t one to judge. He had been with enough girls to know that appearances could be massive deals for them. He glanced to Gemma, trying another small smile. “Alright, Miss Gemma, let’s get you a makeover.” He chuckled softly. If he had been confused by her not wanting him to leave, he was probably even more confused by the prospect that he was supposed to help her out with this. It was an odd prospect. His eyes flickered over the directions as he hummed slightly, another Beatles tune. He paused after a moment, glancing up at her with his head still tilted towards the floor. A faint trace of a smirk danced across his face, but it vanished before he spoke. “And yes, by the way. The Beatles were muggles. Really impacted the muggle musical scene, probably the wizard one, too.”