Open RP: Mel, mind-reading and Potions For Dummies

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OOC: Okay, so since Mel’s just turned 18, she’s got a few new abilities. One of these is being able—not being able to stop—hearing people’s thoughts. Therefore, if your pup tags this thread, Mel will be able to hear his or her thoughts and will probably respond to them. It goes without saying: please put your pup’s thoughts in the tag!
She’ll have learnt to control them by the next time she does anything. I just wanted to torture her.

Dumbledore’s comments—unintended, she’s sure—about having an ‘eternity for learning’ really stung. So Mel went to the library (shock, horror.) Carrying a teetering pile of books (with the still-unread Angel Handbook on top of the stack), Mel is trying to grope her way down the corridor, hoping the walls don’t suddenly decide to be made of quicksand or whatever.

The floor seems to have a vendetta against her. She catches her foot on some uneven stone (‘WHO PUT THAT THERE?!’), and her books go flying. She swears—‘Damn!’—and gets on her knees, gathering up the various spellbooks and wishing she hadn’t got out the ones that looked the easiest.

The books seem to have slid rather a long way down the corridor. Mel shuffles to get them all, but it’s going to be a task and a half with just one pair of hands.

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This guy is maybe a serial killer, Mel decides. And NO WAY does she weigh THAT much. She catches another sight of the man in his daydreams.

Before she lets her imagination run away with her, Mel blurts out. 'I don't think you've got your full attention on the situation!' Aware it sounds completely rude, but really, she wants to stop blushing and stop seeing this, 'Only--those books! They're about to fall!'

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Temporarily distracted from both trains of thought, he blinks curiously at her, then looks down at the books in his arms. "I think they'll be all right, ma'am," he assures her, a bit confused. God knows his full attention isn't on the situation at all, but why should she-- unless he's being way more obvious about it than he'd thought? Oh, dear. And normally he's so good at hiding things. Better than people give him credit for.

Stop it, he tells himself. You're being entirely irresponsible. Immediately he straightens up, his face almost mask-like in its composition, his mind radiating earnestness and Mountie guilt. "Where should I take these?"

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'I just need to take them up to Gryffindor,' she replies, and then sighs. 'No, you weren't being too obvious. Just--please stop thinking about it? I saw it and I can't not see it--really should have mentioned it earlier, I figured it'd just be a quiet walk from the library to Gryffindor tower--hey, you're a Mountie? Cosmic.'

Mel's mind is disorganised to the extreme.

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She might not yet have noticed, then, that Fraser has stopped dead and is staring at her in ever-increasing horror, his face wooden, his eyes huge.

Telepathy's not the sort of conclusion he'd immediately jump to, normally, but Fraser knows his own mind pretty well, or at least he thinks he does. He definitely knows that he didn't say any of that out loud. Not even the part about being a Mountie. And if she heard that, then she must have also heard...

Oh, God. He makes a small, strangled sound, clears his throat, and tries hard not to die of blushing. "I, uh--" He clears his throat again and shifts the books into one arm so that he can tug at his collar with his free hand. "I-- you heard that." It's not a question, although his voice is about an octave higher than it was a second ago.

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Mel nods, biting the inside of her cheek hard to keep from laughing. Because she'd hate it if it were done to her, but. Schadenfreude.

'Yeah. Um. Well, more...saw it,' she says hesitatantly. 'I would sort of preferred not to--I mean, not that it's your fault, it's more my fault if anything--ah...'

Mel scratches the back of her head. 'Awkward...'

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"Oh," he says in a tiny sort of a voice. Saw it. He's not sure if that's better or worse, but he thinks probably worse. "I, um, I didn't realize there were any-- I mean, I know there are people here with certain abilities, but--" Bright red now, he stares at the books as if hoping to use them for a shield, rubbing nervously at his eyebrow. "I just didn't, ah, think... I'm terribly sorry..."

Amazing -- he'd thought being celibate for three years had killed his sex drive, but that was nothing compared to this. Right now, he's pretty sure he never wants to have sex again.

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'Normally I can't,' she reassures him hastily. 'The magic interferes too much. It's just--just today. Erm.'

She takes the books off him, awkwardly, with one hand. 'Er. Thanks for your help.'

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"Ah. Excellent timing on my part, then." He's trying to think of ways for this to be more unfortunate, to cheer himself up. It's not working very well.

But he's still his own ever-polite self, and so when she takes the books from him, though, he starts to protest: "No, no, it's too much for you to..." Then he considers the prospect of walking all the way back to Gryffindor with her. "...Well." He coughs. "Perhaps I should just let you..."

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'I'll just go,' she assures him, reddening. 'Just, um, see you around, yeah?'

Without waiting for a reply, she leaves.