"Why is it I have to be your guinea pig again?" Ron countered, scrunching up his nose, "As far as I've learned that's what you've siblings for, you know. That seems to be Fred and George's way about it, anyway." Besides, he knew she was better at it than to be too worried about pronunciation. But then again she worried about the craziest things.
He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck before mumbling. "Don't remind me," he said. Holidays here were always a pain and sometimes he wished he could go back to the Weasleys for a spin. Maybe this Christmas he could. He felt strong enough to be able to manage it, at least.
The way she feigned innocence just made him turn pinker as his eyes darted away. He knew it was a stupid idea. Even if he knew how he felt--well-- it wasn't likely she saw him more than an infuriating friend. And it wasn't something he was fully admitting to himself, was it? Because he was scared. Eventually she'd leave, too, or hate him. And none of that made him particularly thrilled-- but something about being a demigod, of knowing he was kind of a ticking time-bomb until doomsday gave him the courage to speak up. Because he did want her to at least know something before then.
Ron swallowed uneasily, turning his eyes to her and letting his hand curl into the slight fist. He tried working out what he was saying. "I was just saying. I mean-- if you don't want to--" Ron said, ears turning ever more pink as he tried to continue, "'cause I do-- uh, want to-- I mean-- Cause I meant what I said." He hoped she got what he meant, the bit about not being interested in Aphrodite girls. He wasn't going to out and say it. He actually wanted to turn and run. A foot moved to do just that, too, but he forced himsel to stay still even if he was as red as a tomato.
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He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck before mumbling. "Don't remind me," he said. Holidays here were always a pain and sometimes he wished he could go back to the Weasleys for a spin. Maybe this Christmas he could. He felt strong enough to be able to manage it, at least.
The way she feigned innocence just made him turn pinker as his eyes darted away. He knew it was a stupid idea. Even if he knew how he felt--well-- it wasn't likely she saw him more than an infuriating friend. And it wasn't something he was fully admitting to himself, was it? Because he was scared. Eventually she'd leave, too, or hate him. And none of that made him particularly thrilled-- but something about being a demigod, of knowing he was kind of a ticking time-bomb until doomsday gave him the courage to speak up. Because he did want her to at least know something before then.
Ron swallowed uneasily, turning his eyes to her and letting his hand curl into the slight fist. He tried working out what he was saying. "I was just saying. I mean-- if you don't want to--" Ron said, ears turning ever more pink as he tried to continue, "'cause I do-- uh, want to-- I mean-- Cause I meant what I said." He hoped she got what he meant, the bit about not being interested in Aphrodite girls. He wasn't going to out and say it. He actually wanted to turn and run. A foot moved to do just that, too, but he forced himsel to stay still even if he was as red as a tomato.