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She followed him and when they began dancing, she settled her free hand on his shoulder. She paused before leaning forward, whispering in his ear....
"Like me," he emphasized, looking down at her. "What a world, huh?"
She took it, her hand fitting easily with his but her shoulders slumping. "I am so dead inside."
"You were perfect and then they poisoned you. Upsetting, really."
She glowered at him before sighing, her shoulders slumping. "...fine."
"I just gave you an excuse. Blame it on the snobs."
"Are you asking me to dance with you?" she asked, her voice low and her gaze sharp.
He sighed, draping his free arm over her shoulder playfully. "Being around snobs has made you prideful, Fleur."
She raised one eyebrow, saying nothing.
"That's no reason to be grumpy, Princess. I make fun of you because I'm fond."
She jerked her head over to him. "...what?"
"You seem grumpy."
She squinted. "That's a crime in itself."
"No, it's cute! Really."
She squeezed onto his arm, looking over at him. "What about you? Did you find anything?"
"You're like a kid."
"He came up to me and said..." She paused, slicking back her hair playfully. "'Hey, can you touch my hand really quickly? I want to tell my...
He laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "What?"
Ophelia did not look amused by the man, but she completely brightened when Abel approached. "Excuse me," she said to the man, hooking arms with...
The train slowed to a stop, and people began to exit their compartments, pulling out their suitcases. There were few people getting off this stop,...
