It was mind-boggling when you stopped and thought about it all.
There were days when it seemed that Lydia was under some sort of spell that made her a magnet for every sort of awkward situation. Whether it was the drug-induced kissing of her fellow housemate, Damien Vein, in the prefect bathroom - another mishap orchestrated by her best friend and now accidental kissing cohort, Blyssenor Wright - or... well, every interaction she had ever had with a Slytherin, it simply seemed impossible for the Gryffindor to go a week without some bit of humiliating silliness. But this... THIS was a whole new level of weird. No, it wasn't even in the same ballpark. It was some new brand of absolute insanity that was born into existence the second Blysse's lips had touched hers - an awkwardness so novel, so newfangled that no dictionary or thesaurus in the world would be able to describe just what it was. Seriously? Seriously? One minute before, the lioness had been feeling perfectly normal. A bit miffed at the non-stop bickering between the boys, yes, but...her feet were on the ground, so... that was good. But now... Lydia didn't know what to think now. She didn't know what to feel. Did she feel anything? What was even going on?
The girl stood there for a moment in complete silence, a look of surprise seeming permanently etched on her face. Her brain hadn't even registered that Blysse's lips had touched hers until the redhead had already taken a few steps backward. As her thoughts raced to catch up to the present, the brunette remained tense, her eyes still wide as she stared off into unfocused space. The reality of the moment - the fact that Blysse had kissed her - finally sank in and immediately blossoms of scarlet colored Lydia's face and neck. Kieran's fingers wrapped around hers and that simple touch, that gentle reminder of his presence anchored the fifth year, tugging her back to the moment at hand and keeping her from free-falling into the chaos of her thoughts. Lydia stepped back, closing the distance between her and Kieran even more. What was she supposed to say? The center of attention was not where the lioness preferred to be, but now it seemed as though even the stalks of corn were staring at her, waiting for some sort of reaction.
Cheeks still blazing red, Lydia squeezed Kieran's hand gently, leaning carefully against his frame. "It doesn't matter to me what we do," she finally mumbled. The brunette didn't care what they chose to do - get lost, not get lost, conjure up a trampoline and jump over the walls - all the witch cared about at that moment was moving the attention away from her and then to hide in some shadowy corner for awhile. Not literally. Well... an actual dark corner wouldn't be so bad either. "I don't know if the walls are supposed to move." Shrugging, Lydia turned and kissed Kieran's cheek gently, watching the sixth year closely, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
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Love to Alice for the graphics and KT for the coding!
KENDALL IS MY HOMIE, YO. SHE'S TASTIER THAN RAINBOWS AND ALSO QUITE AWESOMESAUCE. /ninja!alice