As Bridget heads to the bathroom I change into my muggle night clothes. A pair of boxers and a very long, sleeveless T-shirt that shows off something I got not too long ago--a tattoo. It was a photo-realistic image of a Pheonix, wreathed in flame as it dove from the sky, the full moon as a backdrop, the silhouette of a forest below. It took up half of my right arm, and up until now, nobody had ever seen it. Even if she doesn't notice it tonight, she *will* see it in the morning and it makes me a little nervous. Tattoos were a muggle thing, for the most part, after all. 

And then Bridget comes out of the bathroom. I notice she is avoiding making eye contact, and though I can see why, I also have to say, if she is self conscious she has nothing to worry about. She looks absolutely stunning in her tank-top and shorts, and my own face reddens, because part of me thinks she might somehow be able to [i]know[/i] that I'm seeing her in a slightly different light than usual.

[i]"Good night, Alex,"[/i] I hear her voice from across the room. [b]"Goodnight, Bridget,"[/b] I return, her image in my head as I fall asleep.


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The next morning I try to hide the fact that I find her so attractive by setting my attention to getting ready to go out, dressing in a pair of blue jeans and another T-Shirt, this one with short sleeves so half my tattoo is visible. Again feeling very self conscious about it simply because it's not a very wizard thing to have, I nod at her suggestion of breakfast. Muggle cafe's are actually pretty decent places to eat...well, some of the time anyway. [b]"Yeah that sounds fine."[/b] I say. Then add [b]"and if you [i]insist[/i] we can forego the Knight Bus, however...you DO get used to it. Eventually you can fall asleep to the crazy lurches and sways as you avoid a fiery gruesome death by mere inches, I promise."[/b] I smile, biting my lip to stop from laughing as I gaze into those flat gorgeous eyes of hers.