‘And you kissed him back!’ The obnoxious voice in my head scolded.

It was when I was almost back in the Three Broomstick’s, that I realized something. Something that had hit me so hard I almost fainted with the force of its painful blow.

Had he just done it, to avoid my questions?

A strange noise made its way up from my throat, and the water collected in the back of my eyes.

Was kissing me just a way of him showing me just how easy I was to manipulate? Just when I had gotten so close, to the core of the source, he had wiped it away with a simple brush of the lips.

And then he just walked away.

I basically forced my feelings to subside for the moment, considering it would look strange if I randomly began to cry like the sore looser I was.

“Aneline! Why were you gone for so long?!” Ned asked the second I returned.

I shook my head, pushing my thoughts away.

“I…I was looking for that….thing I had left.”

He didn’t seem at all convinced, but knew not to press any further considering the look on my face.

“So..by the looks of it, I’m guessing you didn’t find your chocolates?”

“No.”

“Ok then..uh..Miranda’s still expecting us, we should probably go meet with her.”

I nodded my head in agreement, without realizing the action.

               

* * * * * * *

Once we finally met up with Miranda and she had scolded us on being more than late, she dragged us along as much shops as possible.

Though my mind was on other matters, I was vaguely aware of all the exotic perfumes and expensive creams she was making me try.

“Get that thing away from me! Ugh!” I grimaced, and attempted to slap Miranda’s outstretched hand from me.

She tapped her boots on the floor of the shop. “It’s just an eyelash curler! Calm down. It’s not like it’s going to pop your eyes out.”

I cringed at the thought of the strange object she had in her hand, literally popping my eyes out.

“I don’t care. Keep it away from me.” We were in some sort of beauty shop, with Miranda’s bag already bulging out with half of the store.

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