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Devin walked by her side through and through, nodding at everything she said. It may have seemed like he wasn't listening, but indeed he was. His mind was wandering as well, taking in all the sights of the wonderous surroundings. He loved the outdoors at times, even though Belle seemed to not like it much. Luckily, the cold was coming and the pollen was beginning to fade away. So, Belle seemed a lot more chipper than she usually was and a lot more...loving. And that idea was sort of reinforced when the girl laid her head upon his shoulder, her radiant blonde head fitting into his shoulder blade like a puzzle piece. This seems right...like this is how it is supposed to be. He may be misinterpreting the situation, but he decided to wrap his one arm around her side, to keep her warm of course...or was it. As they walked together over the bridge, she had made a comment. Devin chuckled at it actually.

"A party would indeed be fun!" he told her, wondering how that would go. That's when she decided to fit another little comment in, one that made him laugh.

"In your dreams Rich. You and Slytherin are going down," he said lightly, looking down at her, almost speaking into her ear. He spoke lightly for that reason. He loved how everything was a competition. Surprisingly, it was what drove him to be the best he could be. He smiled at her as they walked, occasionally looking back up at the road.

The chilling air was quite frigid, but he was warm himself , probably due to the two being as close as they were. When Belle had released herself from his grip, which he comfortably allowed her to do, he was caught by a sudden gust of wind. It was quite chilly, almost emough to cause him to shiver profusely, but he endured the biting cold for now, because he himself was not really what he was worried about. He was just worried about Annabelle at this moment. She must've been cold, for he saw her shiver. Devin made sure to stay close to her, sharing the heat he radiated. When she sat down, he sat down next to her, only about a millimeter between the two. Devin made sure he was within speaking distance and a millimeter was just about that distance. The wind really masked the volumes extremely well so not only must they be close, but they also have to speak up as well. It was not a fun experience, but since Annabelle was here it really changed everything. She made the whole walk enjoyable. When she had decided to speak, Devin answered.

"I honestly have no idea. Why do you think I offered to go to detention for her. I didn't want to, but maybe I could find out. She looked furious though," he articulated. He made sure he pronounced the words smoothly. The wind really cut the sound.

"I honestly think you should give her a little bit of time. She is obviously furious right at this moment, and I really do think asking about it too soon would get her quite mad, but it's your choice. She is your bestfriend afterall. You would be the only one she would tell," he answered, his eyes were sincere, but his facial expression had shown seriousness. This was a touchy subject and he did not want to steer Annabelle down the wrong path; so he decided the fail-safe, and that was to not ask at all. Devin didn't think she should anyway, but there is always that shred of thought stuffed in the back of his mind contradicting his decision. So, in reality, Devin had also wanted her to ask, for he was curious as well, but that would be intruding on Hildy's privacy, which is something he'd never do. "Just give her a little time before you go and ask her; so she can calm down of course."

Devin sat there, pondering to himself, when he found the girl tying her hair back. He loved her hair the way she had just styled. He loved the little blond strands of hair sitting in front of her face that were moving with the wind, but he never voiced the opinion of it, which he thought needed to be voiced now. "Did I ever mention how much I love your hair like that? It really makes your eyes stand out," he said, mentioning that her eyes are beautiful as well. Honestly, he could never get past the eyes. He always caught himself staring into the emerald color. And it was just something about her eyes that...calmed him. Maybe it was just Annabelle in general. She made him smile, even when she did not intend to. Of course, he always smiled, but when he was around her, virtually nothing can irritate him. It is a weird feeling when you want to be irritated, but you just can't....no....you literally can't.