My Idol / Stubby&Charity
@emptyfordays
Mentally preparing herself for something so trivial seemed ridiculous. He was just a normal bloke, doing… normal bloke things. She was a grown woman for goodness sake! It didn't take any hidden Gryffindor courage to do this. “C'mon, Charity, just go! What's the worse that could happen?” She murmured to herself, clutching onto a napkin that she'd picked off the table of her favourite Muggle outdoor café. She only egged herself on for a couple of moments later, before she stood from the ground and onto her quivering legs, that took her over to the table she'd been gawking at for the last ten minutes.
“Excuse me, can I-oops.” And, typical nervous girl, she tripped over her own feet, into the seat he was in, and back onto the floor. Her face flushed, but all she did was sigh deeply at her own misfortune. Typical, of course she'd embarrass herself in front of the lead singer of her favourite band. “Can I have your autograph?” She asked weakly, shooting an abashed smile from the floor.
