awkward |magdalene|

[noelle]

Honestly, Noelle had no idea what she was doing, the letter had come without warning, inviting her to try out for the Holly-Head Harpies, she had done so earlier that morning, and by that afternoon had been brought on to fill their empty chasing position. And to celebrate, a few of her new teammates had dragged her out. And of course, they had gone through her closet and put her in the girliest outfit she owned before the fact. Noelle didn't know what she had gotten herself into, she didn't wear dresses or high heels, she didn't "go out" in this sense, and she definitely did not spend much time with fellow females, although she couldn't deny the appeal of a feminine form...

"Loosen up, girl," said the seeker, taking her by the hand and making Noelle shift uncomfortably, though before she could say anything she was dragged onto the club's dance floor. She had been there, standing around for a while, purposefully not making eye contact with anyone but the girls from the team that had brought her along. "Come on, this song is great!" the seeker shouted over the pumping music. Reluctantly, Noelle found the rhythm of the music and began to dance with the seeker, who nodded approvingly. Noelle still felt awkward, as if she were about to topple over. Song after song they danced, until she was dragged over to the bar.

"All right, but just one, I'm a bloody lightweight," said Noelle as she was handed a round of tequila. She tossed it back, shuddering at the taste, warranting the giggling of the other girls. But thankfully, it was over as the self-proclaimed leader of the troupe proclaimed that they ought to head back since training would start bright and early in the morning. Goodbyes, in the form of hugs and kissing on the cheek, were exchanged in the parking lot, and finally they all went away, leaving Noelle alone. She stumbled, her feet aching from the heels, and as luck would have it, she took one wrong step, snapping the heel off her left shoe. "Shit!" Noelle said loudly, narrowly avoiding falling over.

Grumbling under her breath, she bent at the waist and removed her shoes, standing barefoot on the pavement before sighing lightly in relief. Noelle stuck the offending broken heel into the shoe, hooking her fingers through the backs of her shoes as she began to walk to a safe place to apparate back home. Padding around the corner, Noelle found herself looking up at...

Outfit

[magdalene]

Magdalene sat at the bar, casually sipping her drink. She was incredibly exhausted. Ever since the attack, Magdalene had been working her ass off. Finally, she got a break, but all her hard work would start right back up again in the fall. Really, there were only a few months left before she was supposed to morph into a mature, responsible adult. Magdalene had assumed that she would finish up her internship and leave for Beauxbatons, that she wouldn’t have to stay in London. She would have given everything to leave, but she had made a commitment and was planning on sticking to it.

If only the attack hadn’t happened. If only her superior hadn’t perished in the fight. Magdalene knew it was selfish, that she was only thinking of herself. But, she couldn’t help it. A twenty-three-year-old at the time, she had become one of the youngest Transfiguration teachers to date. There was Erik Truelove, a man Persephone had given an exception to, that was younger than she was, but that didn’t matter. He had been ready to start teaching, she hadn’t been. Turning her back to the loud music and bright lights, Magdalene finished off the drink in her hand, coughing slightly as it burned going down.

“Y’alright, sweetheart?” a male voice asked. Magdalene turned, turning her nose up at the stranger. Pulling in her Charm close to her body, she tried to put on her best “I’m actually really unattractive” face. The man wasn’t buying it. Damn Charm, damn veela-status. It was rather irritating. ”Buzz off,” she replied. The man merely chuckled. Magdalene rolled her eyes. ”Seriously. Never gonna happen. Ever,” she said, emphasizing the last word. The man’s face fell and he shrugged. ”Whatever you say, babe. I was just tryna have a good time,” he said, turning and walking away. Magdalene followed his form, but stopped dead in her tracks.

Noelle? Noelle Longbottom? What was she doing at the bar, all dolled up, no less? That was extremely unlike her. Magdalene watched her. She looked miserable. That was completely unlike her. Magdalene had to admit, she liked the girly-look on Noelle. That was Noelle, wasn’t it? Noelle and Arielle were so much like each other in appearance. But, that had to be Noelle. Arielle, as far as Magdalene knew, was still at home, incapacitated from her five months held captive by Jezebel and the Death Eaters. Magdalene watched as Noelle stumbled out of the club, and, without thinking, stood, following her. Pushing open the door, she looked around. Where was Noelle?

”Shit!”

Magdalene whipped around, pushing her blonde hair out of her face and rushing forward. Rounding the corner, she saw Noelle bent over, carrying her broken heels. What was she planning to do, walk home alone? Acting on impulse, Magdalene rushed forward. ”Noelle, wait!” she called. She strode forward on her tall heels, smoothing out the black dress she was wearing, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious. ”Uhm. I can’t let you… uhm… I can’t let you walk home alone like that. You can… uhm… you can come to my place, if you want… it’s not that far… uhm, but, uhm… if you don’t feel comfortable doing that, I… uhm…” Magdalene stuttered, suddenly becoming very shy. Magdalene swallowed the lump in her throat. Fuck, she thought. What a time to royally screw up…

Magdalene's Outfit

[noelle]

Noelle stopped when she heard a female voice come after her. "Please don't be someone from the team," she hissed under her breath as she heard the clicking of high heels on the pavement approaching her. They had agreed to call it a night, hadn't they? Her feet hurt, and the combination of an incredibly awkward evening, skipping dinner, and taking a tequila shot on an empty stomach made her really want to go home. Wash the goop off her face, put her hair back in its customary ponytail, and go to bed. Then perhaps she would actually be able to train in the morning.

She just hoped that they didn't train like girls, in school she had been the only female on the Slytherin Quidditch team, but she had done the same level of working out as the guys, she was used to training hard. But if her teammates turned out to be a bunch of sissies... Noelle might end up resigning before her first match. Sure, the pay was nothing to sneeze at, in fact it was substantial, but she still wasn't sure that she had made the right decision, she was much more comfortable hanging out with the guys, yet here she was, willingly joining a team of all females.

Lightly biting her lip (she had refused point-blank during her mini-makeover session to wear lipstick), Noelle turned to face the speaker, and was very surprised to instead see Magdalene Mattoon. She knew the stunningly gorgeous woman mostly as an intern, but she had taken over the Transfiguration class during the second half of her seventh year, because of the fact that the previous teacher had perished in the battle. The attack on the school was still a touchy subject for Noelle, even though her sister was now safe and sound. The months after it had been nothing short of torture, she hadn't been able to focus with her twin gone.

She had flunked every one of her NEWT exams, at this point "Quidditch player" was her only career option, nobody else wanted to hire someone that hadn't scored higher than one Acceptable in potions. Her parents were continually nagging her to retake them, though Noelle didn't see the point. She didn't need some piece of paper saying that she was smart, she knew she was capable. Noelle swallowed, fighting the urge to travel Magdalene's form with her eyes, it was no secret that she was very attractive indeed, and the way that dress sit on her curves...

The pink earrings, shoes, and lipstick Noelle could do without, but pink on someone else wasn't as bad as wearing it herself. "I can take care of myself, you know," said Noelle, smiling slightly, really it was cute the way she was tripping over her words. Something wild then occurred to her- did the Transfiguration professor find her attractive? Could that even be a possibility? Surely such a gorgeous part-veela, who could have her pick of any man on the planet, wouldn't swing her way. Surely.

[magdalene]

Magdalene watched as Noelle turned towards her, seemingly shocked that she was there. Flushing deeply, the half-veela attempted to reign in her Charm. Normally she didn't attempt to use it. It was rather useless to her, seeing as how she didn't typically want the attention it brought. If she was going to be loved, Magdalene wanted to be loved because of her mind, not her ability to render people dumb with lust. Still, a part of her wanted to trap Noelle in her Charm. Something about the girl made her heart clench and her stomach knot.

Using the Charm on a former student would be wrong... wouldn't it? Noelle was of age, and it wouldn't hurt anything. However, Magdalene was torn. She wanted the girl to like her because of her, not because she was roped into doing so. Of course, there wasn't any guarantee that Noelle would even swing Magdalene's way. The blonde woman was only out and proud to her fellow teachers, and hadn't said anything to her students. Still, she'd considered coming out to everyone eventually. It would be easier than hiding it, than tip-toeing around it...

"I can take care of myself, you know."

Magdalene looked at Noelle, pressing her lips together tightly before sighing, allowing a small smile to dance across her lips. "Be that as it may, I still would rather enjoy helping you," Magdalene replied, feeling a small, flirtatious over-tone to creep into her voice. Reluctantly, Magdalene shortened the hold she had over her Charm, allowing a very small amount to drift Noelle's way. It wouldn't hurt to use a little, and Magdalene had been taught how to handle it. Still, her Charm was exceptionally potent. Hopefully she wasn't overwhelming Noelle. Magdalene wanted nothing more than for Noelle to accept her offer at that point, and she figured upping her chances would hurt all that much... "Please?" she added softly, stepping forward and holding out her hand to the brunette.

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[noelle]

Noelle felt her throat tighten, and was keenly aware of the fact that her pulse had increased. Yes, she might have had a tiny bit of a crush on the woman before, but now that they were outside of the school setting, alone on this quiet street together... Noelle hardly knew what to do with these desires, she knew she liked women, but she hadn't ever openly admitted it, not to a soul. Not even her twin sister knew. People might make their guesses, but she hadn't done anything to either confirm or deny them. And out here it was so... Well... public. She wasn't ashamed of the way she felt, she simply wasn't sure if she wanted to broadcast it yet.

Noelle had always been the sort to not give a damn about what other people thought, but on this one topic, she was actually quite afraid of how others would react. But gosh, Magdalene was an angel, the vision of perfection, that cascading blonde hair, enticing blue eyes, and such an amazing build... And the fact that she seemed to be, well, almost flirting with her. It made Noelle incredibly uneasy, but also excited at the same time, she didn't quite know how to handle it. Though like always she was beginning to feel a little reckless, for too long she had held back this one thing...

At Magdalene's words, she was suddenly overcome with a feeling of wanting to do as the stunning blonde had asked, as if there wouldn't be any consequence. Noelle didn't think that it was the tequila talking, she'd only done one shot and insisted no more, but then what was it? If it was wrong, however, she didn't want to know what "right" was... "All right then," said Noelle, her heart leaping as she accepted her former teacher's hand, "why don't you prove just how helpful you are?" Her tone had adopted a suddenly flirtatious, playful sort of quality- what the hell was she doing? At that point, Noelle honestly had no idea.

[magdalene]

Magdalene awaited Noelle to respond. She had used her Charm on a few occasions before, and recognized the look on the face's of her "victims" when it finally took hold of their minds. As that look plastered itself onto Noelle's face, however, Magdalene couldn't recall a moment that she had ever felt as pleased as she did right then. Her pulse quickened, and her smile widened ever so slightly. The look on Noelle's face was absolutely irresistable. Magdalene wanted to have complete claim over the younger girl, but refrained from sending more of her Charm Noelle's way. That wouldn't make anything better.

Finally, Noelle took her hand, smile widening. It was an amazing feeling. Noelle was absolute perfection in Magdalene's eyes. She felt her pulse quicken even more and she wanted nothing more than to take Noelle in her arms, right then and there. Magdalene had only been with a woman once, and it had only been a kiss. She knew that she liked women, but the thoughts going through her mind were completely raw and rather inappropriate. Magdalene smiled at Noelle, squeezing her hand lightly, attempting to reign in her Charm ever so slightly.

"All right then. Why don't you prove just how helpful you are?"

Magdalene's heart leapt. Was Noelle flirting with her? Hopefully that wasn't because of the Charm... "Follow me," she said, leading Noelle towards her flat. It was only a short walk down the block. Magdalene nodded at the doorkeeper, who smiled in her direction. He was a kind older man, one of the only people not to fall under her Charm. Magdalene lead Noelle towards the lift. "I... uhm, I live on the fourth floor," she stated flatly, pulling Noelle inside. The lift was small, and the close proximity to Noelle made her heart race. Hopefully Noelle couldn't sense that...

The lift came to a gentle stop and Magdalene pulled Noelle along with her. Fumbling with her key, Magdalene flushed deeply as she unlocked her door. Stepping to the side, she gestured inside. "Uhm, a-a-after y-you, Noelle," she said softly, hating herself for blushing and stuttering. She was successfully making a fool out of herself, and Magdalene only wanted to go crawl into a hole to hide.

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[noelle]

Noelle felt her face grow hot as Magdalene's hand enclosed around hers, she wasn't really used to this sort of physical contact, given her tomboyish ways. Contact with guys was kept to a minimum, but she was used to fist-bumping or giving less than gentle punches to the arm. Not like how it was with women, all the absentminded, gentle touches, and things like hugging and exchanging kisses on the cheek. Though there was something about this sort of touching with Magdalene that she liked... She couldn't help but return the Transfiguration Professor's smile, it was rather infectious, and she was so pretty...

Feeling suddenly emboldened, Noelle allowed herself to take a second to allow her eyes to travel her form, her classy dress clinging to her curves in all the right places... Gosh, what had come over her? Sure, she had been finding it harder and harder to repress her impulses, but never before had she allowed herself to let them flow so freely, though Magdalene didn't seem to be protesting it. "Sure," said Noelle, when the enticing blonde woman said to follow her. They walked hand-in-hand down the street to a nice apartment building, where she was pulled into a lift with the explanation that Magdalene lived on the fourth floor.

"All right," said Noelle, swallowing a bit as the doors slid closed, leaving her alone in a small space with this beautiful creature that she so desperately wanted... What was she thinking? She'd never had any sort of intimacy before, there had been a kiss once, with a boy, and Noelle hadn't felt anything, but this sort of closeness with Magdalene... They weren't even doing anything beyond holding hands, and yet the air felt as if it were crackling with electricity, it was the strangest thing...

Noelle swallowed again as the lift stopped, releasing them into the hallway of the fourth floor, where Magdalene fumbled with her key before letting them into her flat. She dropped her ruined shoes by the door, biting her lip, and standing around awkwardly. Well, what was supposed to happen now? There's a number of things, spoke a part of her brain Noelle hadn't heard before, and she blushed again at the mere thoughts coming to mind, she shouldn't think like that...

[magdalene]

Magdalene could tell that Noelle was more than a little anxious. She couldn't really blame her for it. There wasn't a lot she could do to help calm her down, other than press her Charm onto the poor girl. While it was tempting, Magdalene couldn't possibly do that without Noelle's permission. Her mother had taught her never to influence the free will of others, and she certainly wasn't going to try to break those personal rules. Besides, Noelle was young, and not likely aware of her former teacher's heritage, and she didn't want to further influence anything.

However, Magdalene would be lying if she said that she wasn't interested in playing around with it a little. Especially if Noelle was concerned. She couldn't keep her eyes off of the girl's heavenly face and figure, and her urges were becoming more and more persistent. Breathing in deeply, Magdalene watched as Noelle waltzed into her flat, dropping her broken heels by the door. Magdalene kicked off her tall heels and smiled awkwardly at Noelle. Swallowing the lump forming in her throat, she shut the door behind her and gestured to her apartment.

"Well... the kitchen is that way. Bathroom down the hall there... make yourself at home," Magdalene explained, smiling softly. She stood there in silence for a moment, not sure what to say. Flushing deeply, she started towards the kitchen. "I'm going to get some cola. Nothing alcoholic, I promise. Join me whenever you want. If you... uhm... if you n-n-need to borrow something m-m-more comfortable, my room is... uhm... last room down the hall on the l-l-left..." she stammered, flushing deeply. Before Noelle could respond, Magdalene darted into the kitchen, cursing herself under her breath for being so awkwardly idiotic towards the pretty brunette in her living room.

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[noelle]

Noelle lightly grasped her right wrist with her left hand, unsure of how to proceed. She really didn't know Magdalene all that well, only the brief student/teacher interactions when she had been in school, and secretly admiring her from afar, wondering if such a lovely creature could possibly swing her way. She was absolutely divine- it was hard not to stare, and though she was intelligent, it was a wonder Noelle had managed to pass Transfiguration at all. Of course, she had failed all her NEWT exams, but for good reason, Arielle had been gone then, she hadn't known if her sister was even alive, and if she was, what sort of condition she was in.

It had been hell, not knowing. They might not get along famously, they might even be more along the lines of polar opposites, but Noelle loved her twin sister to death, she didn't know what she would do without her. She nodded as Magdalene gave a hasty tour, pointing to doors, as well as inviting her to make herself at home, and before she could say anything in response, dashed into the kitchen. "Well, I'm, um, going to clean myself up a bit," said Noelle, swallowing down the lump that was continually forming in her throat.

She padded barefoot down the hall to the bathroom, making quick work of cleaning off the thick layers of foundation and blush one of the team's beaters had applied for her, leaving just the eyeliner and mascara, and took a hair tie from her purse, putting her tresses back in their signature high ponytail, that was better. But the dress... Noelle wasn't going to try and borrow anything, doubting that Magdalene had anything that would fit her. The enchanting woman was taller and more slender than her. She wouldn't describe her build as overweight, far from it, but she was solid, very muscular and athletic. Biting her lip, Noelle went to join Magdalene in the kitchen.

[magdalene]

Magdalene stood in the kitchen, pouring herself a tall glass of cola. She watched as the liquid poured neatly over the ice in the cup, and she sighed. After a few drinks, she was ready to relax. Of course, relaxing was going to be a difficult task, knowing that Noelle was just down the hall freshening up. Biting her lip, she leaned against the counter, deep in thought. She desperately wanted to get out of the tight dress, but she wasn't sure what her mind meant on that idea. It could be taken either way, and she wasn't going to act until she knew exactly what that meant.

On the one hand, Magdalene knew it could be perfectly innocent, that she was simply wanting to get into comfortable clothing and simmer down in her flat. Of course, with Noelle being here, the seemingly innocent thought turned into something more devilish. She wasn't sure whether to be thrilled or terrified at the thought. Still, she couldn't help but notice the symptoms of desire pulsating through her, heat rising just underneath her skin. The mere thought was enough to drive her insane, and she didn't know how long she could handle it.

Magdalene absently played with the zipper up the side of her dress, weighing her options. There was so much that she could do, and she didn't know what would be the best thing to choose. However, when Noelle waltzed into the kitchen, face generally make-up free and hair up in the signature up-do, Magdalene felt herself visibly shiver. The younger girl was incredibly attractive. That dress simply hugged her curve perfectly. Noelle was small, petite, but muscular and athletic. Magdalene simply loved it. It was perfect for her tastes.

Clearing her throat absently, Magdalene set her tall glass on the table. In her anxiousness, she hadn't taken a sip from the drink. She turned towards Noelle and flushed deeply, not sure what to say. She smiled awkwardly as her mind ran through all the things she wanted to say, but she refrained from saying any of them. Finally, Magdalene settled on, "You look g-g-gorgeous in th-that dr-dress." Magdalene bit the inside of her cheek, mentally cursing herself. She had never been the best with people, which was ironic, given her veela heritage. Part-veelas were supposed to be cool and confident, and Magdalene was neither of those.

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[noelle]

Noelle was normally the kind of person to not be uncomfortable in any given situation, being one to tell it like it is and not give a damn about it, but this... She was feeling an intense amount of pressure to not fuck it up. For once it seemed she had actually developed something of a filter. She reached up behind her back, absently messing with the end of her ponytail, an absent habit that she resorted to when she absolutely had no clue what to do with herself, and now was one of those moments. Magdalene's very presence put her on edge, but at the same time made her feel on top of the world.

It was very hard to explain, but it was entirely thrilling. Gosh, Magdalene was so pretty, her heart was racing, she couldn't stop it... She shouldn't have come, it was wrong, but then why did it feel right? Noelle looked down at her dress when Magdalene complimented her, flushing a brilliant pink. Not so much at the mention of the dress, but the fact that she looked good in it, it was a compliment directed at her, not at her wardrobe. Did Magdalene really care how she looked?

The thought in and of itself was enough to make her blush even deeper. "Oh, uh, thanks," said Noelle, absently fiddling with the hem. It was quite a bit shorter than what she might normally opt for, she honestly didn't even remember buying it, but when the girls from the team had raided her closet they had found it, as if they had a girly-clothing magnet in their collective minds. It was a nice dress, but it wasn't who she really was, she was much more comfortable in her signature skinny jeans and a tank top, dressing up was better suited to special occasions, not simply "going out."

She ought to say something... Something smooth and flirty, she had been admiring Magdalene for quite a while, and the gorgeous blonde seemed to be sending her signs... Unless she was misinterpreting them... "But I think you look better," said Noelle, surprising herself with the very flirtatious tone that she had been able to muster, she wasn't sure that she even had it in her. She flushed deeply again, seemingly unable to pull it off seamlessly.

[magdalene]

Magdalene felt a sense of pride swell as Noelle's face flushed with the compliment. This was amazing. Something told her that Noelle really did swing her way. Did she want to push further? Two things needed to happen before she could allow herself to go after the beautiful brunette. Magdalene wouldn't feel right acting on her desires unless Noelle knew that she was both a lesbian and a veela. Magdalene just wasn't sure which needed to happen first. Biting her lip, she smiled softly at Noelle before absently taking a sip of her cola, gaining confidence by the minute.

"Oh, uh, thanks,"

Magdalene smiled at Noelle. "You're welcome," she replied. Something inside of her was changing with the presence of the girl she'd had her eye on since she had begun to intern, then teach, at Hogwarts. Noelle had been her favorite, regardless of her NEWT scores. It had been a shame to see such intelligence go to waste, but Magdalene really couldn't blame Noelle for it. Her sister had been MIA for the longest time, and that no doubt took it's toll on the poor girl. Magdalene sipped her drink once more.

"But I think you look better."

Magdalene nearly choked on her drink in surprise. Coughing, she looked towards Noelle, a small smile crossing her features. "I... I have to admit something," she blurted, not really sure what was going to flow past her lips next. "I'm a veela. Half, but you should know that my Charm is pretty potent, and I really don't want it to influence how you feel or act towards me because I think you're exceptionally pretty - beautiful even - and I don't want to fuck anything up more than I already have because of how attractive you are and how much I've had my eye on you and..." Magdalene clamped her hand over her mouth in horror. "Shit," she murmured behind her fingers, eyes wide. There were two kinds of nervous Magdalene, the kind that stuttered and refused to talk or show much emotion and the kind that blurted out all thoughts and emotions without thinking. Magdalene colored deeply, chest clenching up. Magdalene knew that there was a chance that she was wrong about Noelle, and that was what filled her mind. Whatever happened, Magdalene couldn't bear getting laughed at.

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[noelle]

The awkwardness was slowly beginning to dissolve bit by bit, for which Noelle was very grateful, the last thing she wanted was to ruin everything by letting something past her mouth without thinking about it, which she was notorious for doing. Noelle had never really had much of a filter, she was crass, blunt, and many of her sentences were sprinkled with a generous helping of swear words, but now she was putting more than conscious effort into controlling what was coming out of her mouth. Noelle was finally getting the chance to act upon her schoolgirl crush, they were alone, there was no risk of anyone but Magdalene knowing...

She had realised she was a lesbian when she was about thirteen, though Noelle was, for the time being, keen on keeping it a secret, not until she was sure how her family would react to it. She figured that Arielle would be supportive, but her parents... At this point there really was no telling how they would react, and while she may act like she didn't give a damn about what they thought (and a lot of the time she didn't), but on this one thing, she did want their approval more than she could admit.

Noelle felt her blush subsiding as Magdalene began sputtering on her drink, a smirk coming to her lips, she was surprised she'd been able to make that sort of reaction... Her heart leaped and her throat tightened as the tempting blonde started saying what she had only heard in her absent daydreams. Was this even happening? She smiled, gosh she was adorable... "God, you have no idea how good it is to hear that," said Noelle, feeling suddenly emboldened, reached forward and took the hand Magdalene wasn't using to cover her mouth. She took a deep breath. "I don't know if you noticed but... Even before now, you always got me tongue-tied."

[magdalene]

Time seemed to stop as Magdalene turned red, staring wide-eyed at Noelle as she hid herself behind one of her hands. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next, and she was terrified that Noelle would be disgusted and that she would walk out. All the signs should have told her otherwise, but that didn't matter. Once a negative thought crept into Magdalene's mind, it was all that she could focus on. Still, when Noelle smiled and stepped forward to take her free hand, Magdalene could have sang with joy. She hesitantly removed her hand from her mouth.

"God, you have no idea how good it is to hear that. I don't know if you noticed but... Even before now, you always got me tongue-tied."

Magdalene blushed deeply and laughed. "The same goes for me, I guess," she replied sheepishly. Biting her lip, she peered down at Noelle. "Of course, I'm tongue-tied all of the time... it's really quite embarrassing, actually. I'm supposed to be a professional, someone that kids look up to, and I can't even form proper sentences half the time. How silly!" Magdalene blushed once more as she continued to rampantly spew out every little thought that got planted into her head. Laughing and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her hair, she blushed and adverted her gaze bashfully. She never had been the best around other people, and when her companion was the beautiful Noelle... well, that made it incredibly hard to stay focused on much of anything. Magdalene lightly squeezed Noelle's hand, biting her lip. "Now what?" she asked softly, biting her bottom lip as she looked down at Noelle.

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[noelle]

Noelle couldn't help but smile a bit, finding this somehow more thrilling than securing herself a place on a professional Quidditch team, knowing what Magdalene thought of her, and that it coincided with what she thought... Her heart was pounding a thousand beats a minute, though Noelle was blissfully unaware of the fact, as well as anything else that had been on her mind, right then in that moment, the stunningly pretty half-veela was really all that mattered to her. A smirk played at her lips as Magdalene started babbling, seemingly unable to route her thoughts to anywhere but her mouth, it really was adorable.

Noelle absently returned the squeeze of her hand, feeling a sudden, indescribable warmth from the gesture. She wasn't much of a touching person, but this felt better than any other contact she'd had before. "Now what?" Wasn't that the question? Noelle herself was torn, a part of her was going back to those naughtier thoughts that had run through her head on the lift, though the other side was protesting a little, as if now wasn't quite the right time. She was still a virgin, and as cheesy as it sounded, she wanted her first time to be, well, special. Coming to a compromise, Noelle stood slightly on tiptoe, and brought her lips gently to Magdalene's. Instantly, she felt something almost magical, akin to when her wand had chosen her all those years ago...