[OPEN] One is an awkward number

Frank clucked his tongue awkwardly to the roof of his mouth and smiled sheepishly. She was right there. Only, he had no idea how he was supposed to explain to his father that he wanted to be a really good Quidditch player. He would be supportive, Frank knew, but he'd also harbour his doubts. Too many to make Frank feel confident about it.

"Maybe we could figure it out now?" Frank offered with an optimistic smile as he poured into his glass more deeply scarlet punch. "What do you like to do, Emily?" He asked softly. "Are you thinking about going to university? My mum says I should go rather than play Quidditch ... not that I've really said much but I'm not too good at much here so I dunno... what about you?"

Emily was good at being B**** most of times and making others life hell but she couldn't say that out. Also she loved shopping, so fashion was her passion. That she could say but really wasn't so good idea again. Girl did think there hard what she could say that she liked to do. It wasn't so easy for her at all.

"Here and now? Sounds good I guess," she said there and wondered still what to say what she likes to do. "I like shopping, partying and also fashion," she said there with a smile. She knew it wasn't answer what boy was waiting. "I can draw a clothes too," she added then there if she remembered it. "My and university. Probably not so good idea. I'll fail there in most subjects. It won't happen if I have good tutor there I have hard time memorising things," she said there now about university. "Even if yeah my both parents want me to go there but myself not so much," she added.