Thread: Love Is Deaf (Penguin Desperado/Madam Mim)

Maggie giggled at the mental image of Crabbe and Goyle climbing the stairs to the owlry, unconscious Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode thrown over their shoulders. Well, maybe not Millicent she was the one more likely to be carrying them. Well thanks for not taking him up on that dare, she said with a look of gratitude and slight admiration. It's happened a few times before. Well, with being my friend, anyway it's not like anyone would ever actually want to go out with me. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind one ear self-consciously. But still, hurts just as much every time. It's like they think just coz I can't hear means I'm subhuman and don't have feelings. So, y'know, thanks for that. It was then that she realized that while she might be a minute or two late, it would take Blaise much longer to get to his next class. Potions?! Well why did you come all the way up here, silly man? Go! Maggie was caught off-guard by Blaise's invitation to one of those Slug Club parties. She raised her eyebrows momentarily. Did he remember who he was talking to? Me? I'd love to. I mean, if you're sure, that is I don't want your friends or people there poking fun at you for it. I just...I mean... She shook her head vigorously and took a deep breath, letting it go with a grin. Yes, Blaise. I'll go to the dreadful party with you. She grinned widely and, after getting the specifics of when and where, slipped into the classroom with a silly grin plastered on her face. Why do I never have anything to wear to these sorts of things? Maggie moaned, rummaging through her clothes for the sixth time that night. It was an hour before the party and she was clueless what to wear. -Because you never get invited to these sorts of things?- Adriana waited until her friend had once again backflopped onto the bed to speak. -Shut up!- -Well it's true! You've never even been on a date before, have you?- Maggie sat up abruptly, blushing. -It's not a date!- -It's so a date!- Adriana argued. -He obviously fancies you. You obviously fancy him. Why shouldn't it be a date?- -He's just being nice, and I don't fancy him.- -Sure you do. He's fit, smart, rich. What's not to fancy? Apart from, y'know, being a vain arsehole Slytherin and friends with Draco Malfoy besides.- -He's not an arsehole and he actually doesn't seem to like Malfoy very much.- Adriana rolled her eyes. -No, you don't fancy him at all. My mistake.- This prompted her being walloped in the head with a pillow. At a quarter to six Maggie stood by the stairs in the Entrance Hall, waiting for Blaise. She nervously twisted her fingers together, regretting allowing Adriana to put makeup on her. It wasn't much mascara, eyeshadow, and lipstick, and her friend was good at this sort of thing, but when normally she didn't wear any at all she felt over-dressed. The dress didn't help matters it was simple, classic black with a green sash, knee length, nothing fancy, but she was strictly a jeans sort of girl. Outside of her uniforms, that was all Maggie would wear. The dress had been borrowed from another girl in the dorms about her size. Ten til six. Oh God...he wasn't going to show. She'd be left standing there waiting half the night like always. This was such a stupid idea. She should go. Just...give it til six. Maggie really wanted to have faith in Blaise Zabini.