stuck in the middle (open)

Landon was under no circumstances accustomed to having his hair fluffed. Not even his mother did that. Of course, because Victorie was such a good looking girl he was going to excuse that. However he couldn't stop his free hand from involuntarily flattening out his hair. "Well, that's not something I'm used to hearing," he told her honestly, though tried to have a light tone while saying it. He was willing to take whatever compliment she was going to throw him but the thought of being 'adorable' was still a bit unnerving. He chuckled at her question. "Nope, can't say that I do. Which is a good thing or I wouldn't be able to escort you around," he replied, hoping his line was smooth but feeling as though it wasn't. He wasn't really used to hitting on girls...he normally thought it required too much energy.

"Mr. Rooney are you flirting with me?" Victoire asked in a mock agast tone placing a hand on her chest as though this offended her. It didn't really . In a way it flattered Victoire. Of course it wasn't the first time a guy flirted with her. But Landon seemed...different than the others. This made the exprience more enjoyable. "Because if you aren't you're definately making me blush." She added boldly basically outright admitting she was flustered because of him.

He smirked at her, "Now don't get full of yourself," he joked. Of course he was hitting on her. He'd have to be a fool if he wasn't. She was gorgeous and he was able to hold a pleasant conversation with her. He couldn't say that much for most of the girls at Hogwarts. But he'd be damned if he let her know he was blatantly hitting on her. She'd reject him in a heartbeat. So he decided to play it cool. "Well, I can't say I'm upset about that. Do I make you nervous Ms. Weasley?" he asked jokingly but was sincerely curious if she would answer him honestly.

"Yes." Victoire replied simply before glancing away. "Do I make you nervous?" She asked turning back toward him. Her blue eyes gazed at him as though the answer could be spotted in Landon's appearance. Plus he wasn't bad to look at. That was a added bonus.
Landon looked like those guys that Victoire saw in those Muggle comercials. The handsome guys with the white smiles. Victoire often wondered if they had any real personality. Landon was proving her wrong by keeping her interested.

Well he wasn't expecting for her to be that honest. Honesty wasn't something he was necessarily used to. If he had been thinking properly, he would have seen that she was going to turn that question right around on him. Too bad he hadn't thought of that before. Now he was forced to answer. "You do seem to have that effect on me," he replied. He just couldn't straight up say that she made him nervous. For some reason that made him feel weak...expressing most emotions made him feel weak. It was a vicious cycle. They locked eyes for a moment but Landon quickly turned away. He felt as though she was x-raying him for the truth or something.

"Ahh I do!" Victoire exclaimed with a clap. "The fact that you avoided giving a straight forward proves that!" She added in a childish manner. She didn't know that for sure but she knew from an experience that if you called someone's bluff sometimes they admit things they wouldn't otherwise. Clapping her hands together in empathise of her point, she wondered fleetingly why him being nervous of her mattered so much.

"Don't worry, I find that attractive." She added in flirty manner, patting Landon on the back sympathetically.

Landon couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. He tried to pull a serious face before looking at her, "Well, if that's what you want to believe then go for it," he replied. Of course she made him nervous and he was making it more and more obvious with every word. But he really didn't want to admit to that sort of thing. Her next words threw him off. Why on earth would she find that attractive? Though if he were to look at the situation logically, when he heard that he made her nervous, he had enjoyed that fact. Maybe he should give her the same sort of satisfaction.

"You find it attractive, huh?" he asked her rhetorically. He laughed before saying, "Well in that case, you make me oh so very nervous," he teased.

Victoire fanned her face in a mock-swoon. "Oh my, Mr. Rooney." She said with a giggle. "You know just what to say to make a girl swoon." She said with a smile pulling back as she leaned back onto a wall nearby studying him casually. She winced slightly when a small jagger of a stone scraped her back but managed to remain neutral in her smooth act.

"Maybe I can make you even more nervous." She commented with a sly smile but her eyes continued to glimer in the dim lights.

He couldn't help but laugh at her mock swoon. "What can I say? I'm just a charmer like that," he joked. Of course he wasn't a charmer. He hardly knew how to make a woman fawn after him. Though he seemed to be doing just that without making any effort whatsoever. How was that possible? This was all very strange for him. He felt like he was in a parallel universe of sorts. He stared at her for a moment when she leaned against the wall. The sly smile on her face made him raise his eyebrow. With a smirk he replied, "And how's that?"

"You seem to be forgetting something Landon," Victoire said with a crook of her finger and a teasing wink. "I'm part veela. I can make you my little puppet if I wanted to." She said with a wicked laugh that sounded more like a girly giggle.
"I'm sure your charm can only do so well against mine." She said running a hand through her long golden hair and letting it waft the sent of strawberries into the air around her .

[ooc: long time, no post, sorry!]