WHO: Lucy Martin & Xenophilius Lovegood
WHAT: He asks her out!
WHEN: IDK before a Hogsmeade weekend
WHERE: Hogwarts
NOTE: Leo → Sean

Oooh gosh, oooooh gosh... Leo didn't even know why he was nervous about this. He didn't know Lucy all that well, but he knew he liked her. He thought she was pretty, too. And sweet. Kind of like those candy hearts? They were pretty and he liked them and they had sweet qualities. Yes, Lucy was a candy heart. The ones that said "be mine" on them or ... Something. He liked Muggle candy. He shouldn't have forgotten his supply after coming back from the winter hols. Oh, that had disappointed him, and it was going to be quite the chore getting his mother to remember to send them and... Hmph.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the class was dismissed, pulling himself up and going to wait outside the door. He was waiting for her. Waiting because well, they didn't sit quite close to each other, and he needed to ask her something, and to shout it across the room would just be silly, not to mention embarrassing, and he didn't like to make an idiot out of himself, contrary to popular belief. He swallowed roughly as he bounced on his toes, looking at each passing student and giving a light wave, though they all thought he was weird and didn't wave back. Oh well. They weren't very nice anyway.

And then there she was! He started a bit, walking next to her, which was a bit weird in itself, before he finally spoke. "Hi Lucy."

Not that Lucy found that weird at all. After all, she herself had a penchant for popping up around and following people.

"Goooood morning, Leopold Lovegood!" the small Hufflepuff chirped, turning to regard him better as she walked. "How are you today? It's very pleasant out, isn't it? I just love it when it's sunny, and it's not even that cold today, can you believe it? I'm so excited, I think I'm going to go out and read a book later since all the snow is melted, or maybe I should work on my Potions essay, but I don't know, I can finish that any time I want, don't you think? I think nature is much more important, even though I'm certain that Professor Slughorn is going to be terribly angry if I don't turn in my homework again; I never have been very good about that, how about you?"

Lucy cocked her head in anticipation of Leo's answer, not seeming to have noticed that she had just gone off on a somewhat nonsensical ramble.

Leo had had the full intent of answering every question she had just asked before anything else, but for some reason, his mind decided to do otherwise. He had meant to say 'I haven't been very good about homework in general' but somehow it changed before coming out of his mouth. "Would you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" It was a bit off.

He blinked for a moment, before blushing horribly. "I mean, we could have a lot of fun, and I've never had anyone to actually tag along with, not that really wanted me there anyway, because people are usually too busy with their friends and they find me weird because I'm not a lot like them and er... I was thinking we could get butterbeer or candy or something, because I like them both, and candy--" He cut off, about to say 'candy reminds me a bit of you' but instead just falling silent.

Lucy blinked for a moment too, stopping where she was and giving Leo a borderline-odd look. It wasn't really because she thought he was odd or because she resented him having asked the question, she was more along the lines of thinking deeply. Or at least as deeply as Lucy ever tried to think. She pursed her lips together for a moment and nodded, making a 'hmm' sound as if considering all aspects of the situation.

Then, without warning and with an extremely bright exclamation and a grin with the wattage of a thousand suns...

"That sounds lovely, of course I'll go with you! I love Hogsmeade and butterbeer and candy!"

"Oh! Really? Good! And by this weekend I clearly meant next." He said after a minute, feeling very idiotic all of a sudden. So he was a little TOO excited. Next, next, next. He had to remember that. He stared at her for a moment, before blushing and looking at the floor. He wasn't very good at this opposite sex interaction, was he? He had been so convinced for a while that girls were filled with an animal that his dad has made up when he was little that would bite you and make you throw up if you got to close, but he realized now that that was just silly.

"So um... I... Right." It was the first time he had nothing to say.

"I don't tend to do my Potions essay very often either." He finally said what he'd meant to.

Lucy continued to walk, not noticing his stare or blush--but that might have just been because she had been distracted by a really shiny speck of dust by his ear that had gotten caught in the light. It kinda looked like a pixie! Heee... pixies were so pretty and--

"Ohhh, yes, Potions homework. Though I don't really do a lot of my homework, come to think of it!" She giggled and brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, looking down some--it wasn't that she didn't like to learn, she just didn't like the institution of it all. Her parents had always taught her that a person should be free to learn in their own way; although Hogwarts was better than Beauxbatons would have been, so for that much she was thankful... and there were so many nice people at Hogwarts, like Leo! "I think the only reason I'm in classes still is because I got ten O.W.L.s! Professor McGonagall shakes her head and says she doesn't understand that a lot when she's mad at me."

"I like to do my homework sometimes. I like writing essays. Though my Professors say my ideas can be really far fetched. Especially in Care of Magical Creatures. Apparently the things I write our choice Creature essays on don't exist -- but they do! I think they do, anyway. Some people are just narrow-minded and silly, and I want to make a newspaper or a magazine or something to enlighten them - that's what I plan on doing after Hogwarts, I've got the first draft all written out, and I'm thinking of just making it a newsletter here, but I don't know, because some of my classmates found the first first draft I made and put in the fire saying it was rubbish and I'd embarrass the Ravenclaw house, though I don't get what's so embarrassing about it, it's not like I'd be--" He blinked, looking at her for a minute.

"You got 10 O.W.L.s?"