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WHEN YOU SEE MY FACE, I HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
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WHEN YOU WALK MY WAY, I HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
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<p>Shelby never felt so embarrassed like in this very minute. How could she be so rude and approach a teacher so directly as she did it just a second before? The girl knew that other female students would give anything to be able to talk to him like that. But young miss Dolohov was just embarrassed of the way she spoke. Deep red blush covered her cheeks and deepened as he sat on the other side of the window before she could protest. Immediately, Shelby modestly lowered her legs and sit on the windowsill sidelong to him. The blonde girl smiled to older man sheepishly, straightening skirt over her dress, trying to hide deep blush behind curtain of her golden hair. She was shy and meek, and she found attitude of this man as intimidate.</p>
<p>She wasn't used to being in the centre of attention and certainly speaking with a teacher, even though it wasn't her teacher, out of the classroom. Shelby didn't know what to expect. Professor Moretti seemed to still talk about sweets, but at the same time it wasn't about it. While miss Dolohov tried to figure out his cryptic speech, the man steadied himself beside her on the windowsill. She looked back at him, still a bit confused with his words. "I think…"
she started, but stammered feeling that a good answer is not coming on her tongue. "I think... I think I don't understand…"
The girl blushed. Now, she was sure that it wasn't about chocolate. "You eat what you like... And you don't hide a chocolate frog in your pocket."
It sounded silly, but she didn't know what she should say. This whole situation was strange for her.</p>
<p>Desperately, Shelby wanted to keep the topic of this conversation as neutral as possible. Some of her colleagues probably would be thrilled at the prospect of talking to this man away from classroom walls and, as far as the young woman knew, he was a flirt. Shelby never liked gossips, but some things she just heard in girls' restroom or in the middle of the night in her dormitory. Some things were things that she would rather never wished to know either about girls and boys and sometimes even about teachers. Certainly, professor Moretti was on the top of her dorm mates' list.</p>
<p>The girl brushed wisps of her fair hair behind her ear and took a closer look at him. To be honest she never met a new referee face to face and now she could compare the reality with her friends' description. He was handsome even for Shelby, who was never too shy and meek to be interested in boys. She wasn't sure if she even had a type of a boy, which would strike her fancy. Usually, the girl considered men's beauty or ugliness in simple categories "I like"
and "I don't like"
. Professor Moretti was in "like"
category. He seemed to be kind man and Shelby had to admit that his smile was cute. When the girl realized that he probably spotted that she was looking at him, she turned off her gaze, feeling that not only her cheeks were red already, but her neck and probably ears too.</p>
<p>After few minutes sitting with him in silence the Hufflepuff prefect started to feel a bit more relaxed. She had no courage to leave – such action in her head seemed to be rude, seeing that he was the one who didn't ignore her silly question about sweets, stopped and sit with her there. "Um... do you like the winter here, professor?"
she asked suddenly. She had a vague feeling that the man beside her came from a country warmer than England.</p>
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