(( Lindsay: That part about Keiran just happened, I hadn't even planned it out xP But yes, an interaction would be ridiculously funny
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Ohhhhkaaaaay. So maybe the whole giving-the-people-whose-help-is-a-life-or-death-matter-for-you-nicknames hadn't been that sensible of an idea. But it wasn't like Alisha could help it, it was practically second nature for her. Normal names were just so.....so.......normal.
The Potter girl whirled around, going up in flames Katniss Everdeen style, looking quite willing to skin alive whichever unfortunate person had been sitting behind her. Which was Alisha. Oops again. Not before she practically ran the other guy down with words, exiting her mouth like flecks of sparks.
God, help me. But then, the girl simply stood up, waved a hand, and moved to another desk. To be more specific, the desk behind her. She was actually going to
help. Alisha blinked, a little struck down with wonder for the second; then resisted the urge to preen. Of
course the girl agreed to help. She really shouldn't have doubted herself, or more importantly, the power of the smile, a thousand watts at least. She didn't even have to use The Dimple.
Still, that didn't stop Alisha from very, very subtly (in her own opinion, of course) and gingerly edging away to the corner of the desk, putting a good couple of inches in between. Better safe than sorry.
Cute Guy's reaction was a little delayed. She couldn't be entirely sure, he was still a Slytherin after all with their famous poker-faces, the long-deceased Severus Snape pioneering the same- but he almost looked a little befuddled (so adorable) as to whether he had been the one addressed half a minute prior. The reaction, when it came though, was highly satisfactory. He turned completely around, propped his elbows up on their desk, drawled something out at Potterella and more importantly, nodded thankfully in her direction. Alisha replied with an empathetic smile and a look which could be easily deciphered as a regrettable
I know.
A quick
Aguamenti later (she wasn't supposed to know that spell until sixth year. Ha.), the cauldron was washed and sparkling (not literally), and set to boil. Alisha glanced quickly at the girl next to her, and words came tumbling out rather apologetically, "I....uh, I sorta suck horribly at this subject. Which is why I asked for your help.....but then you already knew that. Really crap at the whole slicing and dicing and micing.....um, whatever, stuff. But I'll try to pull my weight the best I can, so just leave all the grunt-work to me. I'll take a round of the supply cupboard, get the ingredients, so you don't have to necessarily use your personal ones." Right. That ought to do it. Let it never be said that she wasn't honest to her faults. When necessary, of course.
Alisha slid out from behind her seat, took three steps to the supply cupboard, and halted. Oh, how it stung to be the Happy-to-Help Hufflepuff. She had pictured so much better,
cooler for herself. The socially adept, Quidditch playing, daredevil of a girl. Which she was, ninety five percent of the time outside classes, so surely it couldn't hurt?
You're not being overly, cheesily 'Puffy. You're just being considerate. There's a difference. Besides, she hadn't broken her record of falling asleep fifteen minutes into a Potions class yet, so company would be highly imperative to exorcise the languid spirit of boredom that haunted her every musty, sufficiently academic place she went. And Alisha had never taken more than thirteen point five seconds
max in order to address anyone. So she cocked her head to the side, where the boy in green was intermittently going up and down to gather ingredients and check on his cauldron at the same time, and dropped, "I'm going to get bored out of my skull anyway, so keep an eye on your cauldron while I'll bring up any of the leftover ingredients you need, alright?"
Then normally, as if these were the kind of things people said everyday, "And drop me your name, if you'd be much obliged. It sounds weird to call you Cute Guy inside my head all the time." Because to be completely fair, he wasn't thaaat cute. And Alisha couldn't say anything but the absolute truth. Quite literally.