#crdash

[crhooter]

#balderdash

Very excited to be returning to New Zealand!

Probably not as excited as the 12-year-old boy who discovered it while aboard the ship of British explorer Captain James Cook, who had told his crew the first man to spot land would get two gallons of rum.

[crxdevin]

( ♘ fly me to the moon )

@crdash

devin looks down at her black, combat boots, a tiny smudge on the patent leather surface bothering her but, currently, it is a welcomed distraction. 

it’s the early afternoon; the sun is hidden behind clouds of grey and the fading light casts a sombre hue all over the grounds of hogwarts. she’s standing in the foyer of the great hall, shadowed by a column with her best muggle clothes on. it’s the perfect day: there’s not a ray of sun in the sky that she has to protect her skin from, the grounds are open for coming and going because of the weekend, and there’s no quidditch game. 

the cause of her distress is sitting at his house’s table, along with a few other, relaxing gryffindors. it isn’t close enough to lunch time so the great hall isn’t exactly full, but the thought of more than one person seeing her, asking dashiell to go to the theater, is making her throat dry. however, she reminds herself of what her goal is today. she wants to not only see one of the latest, muggle films, but also talking with dashiell about classic films is...refreshing.

digging deep into her slytherin determination, devin brings her wand out and taps the toe of her boot, clearing the smudge away. then, with her held high, she steps into the great hall and walks towards the group of gryffindors, all the grace of the moon household drilled into her posture. she’s surprised that none of them notice her at first, making a very, obvious path towards them. however, when she steps up behind dashiell, his friends around him get quiet at her appearance. 

“good afternoon,” she greets them all along with a slight bow of her head, manners impeccable as always. instead of addressing some of the startled blinks she gets in response, devin fixes her gaze pointedly. 

“dashiell,” she greets more specifically, “can i...” she fights to keep the grimace off her face. “i mean, do you have free time today?” the heat is creeping up her neck and devin hopes it won’t stain her cheeks just yet. 

“i-i was wondering if you wanted to go...see..a film. with me. in london.” her last words come out almost forced. the uncomfortable burning that starts whenever she starts interacting with people is here and it makes her want to snap and try to snatch back intentions she’s not trying to share. but, she refuses to break her courtesy in front of strangers.

later, she reminds herself. later she will make sure he isn’t getting the wrong idea.