Pencil moves across his notebook as he tries to focus on the math problem. He couldn't really make heads or tails of it... not for lack of knowledge, but for lack of focus. The homecoming dance was happening in a couple of weeks and a part of him wanted to ask Luna to go with him, but the other part (the predominant part) was too nervous to be straightforward about it.
He looks up just as the toy begins to shake in place and is then zooming across the room and into his friend's hand. “Did you just accio Twisty?” he asked between soft giggles, glad that this is drawing attention from his initial inquiry. “It's okay, it was actually really cool to see that. Next time, think you can try and summon us snacks, maybe? Or do you have to see your target?”
But now they were back to his questions and he kinda regrets having asked at all. His mom’s so good with words, with writing speeches that make a point and circles back to things with such a beautiful flow. He is not. How does he say what he wants to say without saying it? “Because, if you did, I thought maybe I could go with you? I mean... dances are stupid, but if you had to go it would be better to go with someone you trust, right? I mean... I'm not going to my homecoming, but I'd go to yours if you were to have one, you know?”
@fincskylark from here.