As Bridget heads to the bathroom I change into my muggle night clothes. A pair of boxers and a very long, sleeveless T-shirt that shows off something I got not too long ago--a tattoo. It was a photo-realistic image of a Pheonix, wreathed in flame as it dove from the sky, the full moon as a backdrop, the silhouette of a forest below. It took up half of my right arm, and up until now, nobody had ever seen it. Even if she doesn't notice it tonight, she *will* see it in the morning and it makes me a little nervous. Tattoos were a muggle thing, for the most part, after all.
And then Bridget comes out of the bathroom. I notice she is avoiding making eye contact, and though I can see why, I also have to say, if she is self conscious she has nothing to worry about. She looks absolutely stunning in her tank-top and shorts, and my own face reddens, because part of me thinks she might somehow be able to know that I'm seeing her in a slightly different light than usual.
"Good night, Alex," I hear her voice from across the room. "Goodnight, Bridget," I return, her image in my head as I fall asleep.
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The next morning I try to hide the fact that I find her so attractive by setting my attention to getting ready to go out, dressing in a pair of blue jeans and another T-Shirt, this one with short sleeves so half my tattoo is visible. Again feeling very self conscious about it simply because it's not a very wizard thing to have, I nod at her suggestion of breakfast. Muggle cafe's are actually pretty decent places to eat...well, some of the time anyway. "Yeah that sounds fine." I say. Then add "and if you insist we can forego the Knight Bus, however...you DO get used to it. Eventually you can fall asleep to the crazy lurches and sways as you avoid a fiery gruesome death by mere inches, I promise." I smile, biting my lip to stop from laughing as I gaze into those flat gorgeous eyes of hers.
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