Quarrel PV Aaron Jones Closed

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|| @Aaron Jones ||

Aaron looked... tense. Mad. Furious wasn't quite the right word, but he definitely wasn't pleased with her right now, not judging by the stiffness of his lean frame and the quiet stoniness in his dark eyes. But then Aly's eyes welled up with tears, and though she fought very, very hard to keep them from escaping, some were just too much of Houdinis for the trap of her clumping lashes. And then, suddenly, it was like the Aaron from six months ago was right back in front of her, that serene calm that washed over her like a soothing wave as he took her into his arms.

He always knows just what to do, the fourth-year thought as her steady stream of tears slowed, her rapid and shallow breathing regulated, her racing mind quieted. The fluffy curls of her hair were pressed just ever-so-lightly down by his chin, resting atop her head, where she fit just perfectly against his chest and into the hollow of his neck. Height differences were good for one thing, at least. How is he so good at this?

After a few beats of silence - literal beats, as Aly's ear was pressed against Aaron's solid, warm chest - he was whispering softly to her words of comfort, sweet nothings, except these nothings were everything.

"I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings by not asking. But I really thought it was implied. I mean, of course we'd go together, you know? I love you, Aly, and-"

I love you.

Aly Salinger was so star-struck by the fact that those words had just been said to her by the prettiest, funniest, kindest boy in all of existence that she barely heard what came after that: the confirmation of his love (his love!), his reassurance that she was of course who he desired for his ball date, her full name dripping from his lips like honey, the whispered spell to conjure scarlet roses - fully bloomed, just like his love for her. But she definitely heard the last part, reminiscent of that first question, not too long ago.

"Will you go to the ball with me?"

The squeal of pure excitement reverberated out of her, shrieking from her very lungs before Aly could so much as consciously realize that there were loads of people around and so she should perhaps keep her volume down. Throwing both arms around Aaron's neck, she practically leapt upward to plant a too-fast kiss on him before bouncing back down to the ground and her normal height - and "bouncing" was indeed the correct word, as she vibrated up and down on the balls of her feet, grinning a smile so wide that bystanders would perhaps be concerned that her face was on the verge of splitting in two. "Oh, Merlin, yes!" she practically squeaked, her voice pitching upwards on the final word. "Yes, thank you, thank Merlin, I'd love to be your date! I love you! I - I love you."

That last one was softer, albeit not by much, as she gazed upwards into his eyes, the flowers appreciated but forgotten. For once, petals didn't mean as much to the young Ravenclaw as words did.