Good deed of the week *Neiko


Thistle eyed him, wary that he’d try to hug her again. But then when he showed her the design, she softened a bit. She really did love this style of clothing, and clothes were her secret passion. She let out a sigh of relief as the boy said he was in Gryffindor. Oddly enough, his excited jumping reminded her of a dog she’d seen at a neighbor’s house, a chihuaha. She smirked a bit at this as she mulled the options over in her head. On the one side, from what little she’d seen of him, he was incredibly, annoyingly loud. But on the other hand, he was offering to make her clothes. And if the outfit he was wearing was made by him, despite the ghastly colors the work was good.

“Hmm, fine If you insist. And… thanks.” She  cocked her head to the side a bit, not being too sure how to react to the compliment. Usually when people complimented her it was because they just wanted something from her, but she had a feeling that wasn’t exactly Neiko’s angle.

“Eeeee!” he said in a sing song voice, twirling around as if he got the best gift for Christmas. Grabbing her wrist he dragged her into an empty classroom, sitting down at one of the desks and setting his sketchbook out as well as some markers. 

“Okay, I have to know your favorite colors or they’ll all be bright rainbows and not everyone likes rainbows as much as I do.” He was already starting to sketch out a design that would look absolutely lovely on her. She was so tall and willowy and he had to admit he was a bit jealous. 

“I want to make you a pretty dress, and then make you more poodle skirts but I want to do different animals and give you all these pretty things,” he kept going on for a moment, until he realized he was rambling. Covering up his mouth as if he just burped he blushed lightly and sunk into his shoulders for a moment, retreating like a turtle. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, my mouth runs away with me when I’m excited.”