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Francis sat next to her not long after. He seemed tired.
"No, wait," she said, grinning mischievously. "I feel like you got flustered."
"You don't need to thank me," he replied. "I'm just glad I got there."
(Yeah)
"Definitely. You were very charming indeed." She kissed him. "I'm beginning to remember."
He kissed her back. "Good. Me too."
(Time skip?)
"I bet I did." She laughed, her head ducking. "Totally awestruck?"
"That's true," he agreed. "We'll have to go with worried."
"Hm," he mumbled, stepping out. "Right." He walked to the front door, giving her a a second glance before opening it and disappearing inside.
"Smooth," she replied with a grin. "I barely recall."
He kissed her cheek. "Maybe it's a little bit of both, yeah?"
"Right," he said sarcastically. "Maybe it's just what I deserve at this point." They approached a large white house, mansion if you will. He...
"Right," she said, grinning slightly. "What was it?"
"C'mon," he said, opening his arms for her. "I'm not bossy. Only worried."
"He likely wouldn't get expelled, Poppy. Only suspended." He sighed, watching the window.
"Not really.. I have a bad memory. Do you?"
"Don't," he said, his tone rough. "I don't need his girlfriend getting involved with petty arguments."
He nodded approvingly, leaning back into the couch.
"You were just, I don't know, really cool to me. I only wanted to observe from a distance because of it." She shrugged sheepishly.
