"You honestly don’t want to know. Trust me."
"No. I'm pretty sure I do. You see, I sort of want to know things for a living."

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@abigaildarcy
"You honestly don’t want to know. Trust me."
"No. I'm pretty sure I do. You see, I sort of want to know things for a living."
"What do you think I mean? And It is Kieran. May I acquire your name?"
"I think that I don't know and that's why I asked. And it's Abigail Darcy. I thought maybe you would remember. I mean, were only in the same class together."
"Come on, first you scared me and now you’re backing down?" Jemma laughed. "Well, I’ll just take them with me," she shrugged. "Unless I can leave them here? I don’t spend that much time at home, they’ll be die of dehydration by tomorrow."
"Maybe give them to someone else. Just walk down the street and look for someone who looks like they really need them."
"I have to be in the right mood to preform well."
"And what exactly does that mean, Kieran right?"
"I would have loved to travel, but I think I’d like to write stories."
"Well here's the thing. I traveled for about two years after school. It was only after that when I started writing my stories."
"I don’t consider myself the most gullible person, but now that you said that I’m starting to doubt. Well, I hope no one will try to drag me into anything. I’m not really keen on being pranked. Pranking someone, however, is a different story."
"Honestly I think they are just flowers. Very sad and smashed flowers, but still just all natural goodness."
"Of course not. That would be crude of me."
"So then why hold back? Seems a little silly. I'm all ears, come on."
"Other people’s stories are something wonderful. You can learn so much from them and their experiences."
"I couldn't agree more. It's how I become who I am."
"So. What do you have in your head for your future?"
"I suppose it does. That’s very inspirational, the girl who was extremely shy becomes a reporter. Anyone can be anything they put their mind to."
"Well maybe not shy, but incredibly awkward to say the least."
"I just like to hear people's stories is all."
"Now that would be just letting you know all my secrets. I think I’ll keep them hidden away until it’s time to use them."
"Time to use them? What are you going to use them on me?"
"No problem. To be honest, I don’t know what to do with them. Some strange girl gave them to me after her ex had given them to her. At least, that’s what she told me."
"I'm not the kind of person who would ever believe that. Mostly because I've scorned before by being accidentally caught in the middle of someone else's prank war. It was horrible."
"Thanks. I try to stay optimistic."
"Oh, I’m sure you were plenty memorable. I was rather shy during my first two years at Hogwarts, didn’t really converse with anyone outside of my year and House."
"Well I'm still awkward with people and I interview them for a living, so you can imagine the growth I've had on that matter. Time fixes it."
"Flowers are only good for a girl’s smile. If he is so desperate for a shag, he needs to woo the girl. Make her feel special. Make her feel like the only one in the world. Romance is the key." He couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at his own words.
"And here I was thinking flowers were a part of all that romance. But I'm only a woman what do I know? What would you do then, hmm? Mr. Romantic."
Jemma glanced at the sad bouquet. “They can be for you if you want them.”
"You know I'm alright, but thank you."
"I’ll be sure to. I can only ever hope for the best while I’m there and when I leave."
"I can’t say that I do. I’m Harmony Rickett. It’s lovely to meet you."
"And that is a good attitude to have."
"Oh believe me I'm not that memorable. I take no offense to this."
"Any bloke bringing a girl flowers isn’t getting lucky anyway. He may think he is but… chances are they just got into a big fight or he is just meeting the poor woman."
"Oh he won't? Why not? What would you suggest he do then?" Her brow perked inquisitively as she laughed quietly.
Just my dad. And I’m actually still in Hogwarts. I’m just back home for the break so.
"Is that so? Well I'm not going to be one of those people to say enjoy it while you're there because life doesn't have to be that bad after you graduate. Just, well, find something you love I guess. And don't worry. No worrying."
"I don't know if you'd remember me since I'm five years older, but I'm Abigail Darcy. Pleasure to meet you."