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The Enchanted Ceiling (OPEN)
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There was a moment of silence as Astrid looked at Godric as he seemed to be forming his response. Unlike when she had waited for Merrick's response there was something different about the way Godric was looking at her. Though she was still filled with the desire to tease him, she couldn't help but feel exposed at the same time. As if her guard was suddenly not around her where it usually was. No one had done that before and it wasn't a feeling she like to feel in such a public place. She was tempted to fold her arms across her chest as a sort of physical guard but that may draw more attention to it and potentially make things worse.

When he did finally speak, thankfully they feeling seemed to subside as he fumbled through his answer. She smiled gently and held back on a chuckle rising up in her throat, remembering the same reaction a few hours ago up in the infirmary and how she thought it was adorable both then and now. "I understand Sir Griffindor. Today is an important day and we can't very well go giving the children any misinformation on their first impression of us. We don't want to go scaring or worrying them should we be for example a little dirty from some gardening or roughed up from a little drunken tumble. Best to start off with our best foot forward and professionally presentable after all" She replied, holding back on fully outing the man on his state of appearance she had found him in hours ago. Though it was very tempting to, she didn't want to given it could be seen as inappropriate or rude by the quiet Merrick witnessing it all.

She was still a bit out of place right now, outnumbered and unsupportive compared to the rest of the adults here now who seemed to know well or be related to one another. She could very well lose her job here and now if she said the wrong thing so until she could firmly plant her place here she needed to be careful of what she said and did. That included any romantic entanglement with technically one of her bosses, no matter how much she wanted to run her hands along his bare skin. Shush heart your not helping.

When Godric moved past them and stepped into the room, Astrid watched him as he looked over the ceiling. She figured that was her cue to go and made to take a step when his words paused her action. Before she could respond however Merrick explained he had done it with permission from Helga so she kept her mouth shut and took a small half step back in the corridor. She really wanted to get out and double check the greenhouses one last time before the sunlight was completely gone. Helga had given her permission earlier when she asked to help out the overwhelmed woman with something and she just wanted to be sure that it was all still just as good as the last time she checked. Rowena had faith in her abilities so she wanted to show the others that she was capable and reliable for more. 

"If I happen to find Lady Hufflepuff outside in the greenhouses I'll be sure to send her your way. I imagine with how overwhelmed she is, she will be thrilled to come and see what you've done. Its a breath-taking sight" she said with a subtle hint she was about to take her leave.
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The Enchanted Ceiling (OPEN) - by Merrick Raine - 03-09-2022, 09:23 PM
RE: The Enchanted Ceiling (OPEN) - by Astrid Gudrun - 03-11-2022, 09:50 PM
RE: The Enchanted Ceiling (OPEN) - by xdragon - 03-17-2024, 01:12 PM
RE: The Enchanted Ceiling (OPEN) - by xdragon - 04-03-2024, 10:02 AM

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