At the mention of "surprise," Derek's ears turned a bit pink at the tips and he pushed himself off her a bit. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, necessarily, it was more that… well, he'd put a lot of effort into it. Too much effort into it, really, but if he was being honest with himself, he'd started it a lot earlier than one month ago, and didn't really know on what occasion he'd be able to give it to her. This worked out conveniently, but he was…well, embarrassed was turning out to be quite a good word.
He lifted a hand to rub behind his ear absently as he stared quite interestedly at the floor. "Oh, it's—er—it's not really anything, I just…"
Well, first he'd found it in the attic. Then he'd gotten the idea. Then, with a lot of tinkering, a few explosions, a bad moment with Paul McCartney's face, and more hours of studying than he'd like done for his NEWTs, Derek had gotten the results he'd wanted. Mostly.
Summoning the box, he picked it up from the table while still emphatically refraining from making eye-contact with her. He, Derek Dobbs, had handmade a present. For a
girl. Like a
sap. Merlin's beard, was that embarrassing, or what!
"I just looked up a few spells, is all," he said off-handedly, handing (sort of shoving) the neatly-wrapped
box to her. "They dance, too. Well, mostly they bicker, but sometimes they do both."
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