Ingrid laughed, but blushed at the knowing way Eliza asked. The Gryffindor buried her head down into her chest to hide the reddening at her ears, but eventually found it too much to take. She returned her gave to Eliza with a brilliant grin, which spoke volumes to her mood--that was, if it weren't completely, blatantly obvious already.
"Thinkin' 'bout someone," she asnwered in the same playful tone. "Someone super handsome and funny. And kind and loving and perfect and a lot of superlatives all rolled up into one." Ingrid paused for a second, a glint in her eyes and a smirk pulling up on her lips. "Someone who I kissed."
Normally, she wasn't the type that would sit here and gossip with her roommates, but this was so completely worthy of bragging and squealing. Her mood lent itself to squealing anyway, so it wasn't like Christian had left her with the capacity to do anything else. Guh, Christian.
Christian. Christian. Even realizing how silly and clichéd it was, Ingrid couldn't help but to sigh happily--then laughed again at the knowledge of what she'd just done. Oh god, this man was going to be the end of her.
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