sevenpercentsolution
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
Harry had been too busy securing himself in a pensive, thinking-man-esque position to notice that Perry was circling him like an overgrown vulture; he only became aware of it when a hand slipped across his shoulders. He turned his head just in time to make brief eye contact with Perry, something that occurred in unison with a fingertip brushing over the exposed tendon in his neck, a tiny motion that, for reasons unknown, gave Harry goosebumps.
"'Out to my pa -'" Harry repeated, but the words died in his throat as he gathered the implications - it would have to be right in front of the pretty suit-girl too.
Of course, it was around that time that Harry realized he hadn't so much as glanced at other women since he had run into Harmony over a year ago. And been dumped by her over a year ago. Christ.
"Hey. Uncool." Harry said, pointing at Perry before taking the suit; he barely had time to glimpse it before he was half-thrown back into the changing room; he had to pause inside for a moment, closing his eyes to gather his equilibrium once more as his head protested suddenly and violently,
"Yes dear." Harry called back, trying to shake off the headache as he climbed into the newest offering.
Black had always been the best option for Harry, and the suit was no exception to the rule - it fit him the way suits were meant to fit, settling in all the right places - as it turned out, Lockhart cleaned up well.
"'Out to my pa -'" Harry repeated, but the words died in his throat as he gathered the implications - it would have to be right in front of the pretty suit-girl too.
Of course, it was around that time that Harry realized he hadn't so much as glanced at other women since he had run into Harmony over a year ago. And been dumped by her over a year ago. Christ.
"Hey. Uncool." Harry said, pointing at Perry before taking the suit; he barely had time to glimpse it before he was half-thrown back into the changing room; he had to pause inside for a moment, closing his eyes to gather his equilibrium once more as his head protested suddenly and violently,
"Yes dear." Harry called back, trying to shake off the headache as he climbed into the newest offering.
Black had always been the best option for Harry, and the suit was no exception to the rule - it fit him the way suits were meant to fit, settling in all the right places - as it turned out, Lockhart cleaned up well.