"No, not the dirt. You just...your face looks exactly the same," he said awkwardly as he finally moved to grab a broom (just in time to hand it to the bus boy his mum had sent over to deal with it). "You've got, er..." he stopped mid-sentence and moved closer to pick a big clump of soot dust stuff out of her hair. "There."
"Harmony Yates, yeah?" he was hoping he was right, and that he wouldn't end up looking like a loon. She probably didn't even remember him, anyways.
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