that my palms were pressed together. I stared at my hands, thinking about how much this hand motion resembled a gesture of prayer, a practice done by those who were looking for hope in this dark world; and why not be praying? What I needed right now, all I had, was hope... I finally spoke
"Well, aside from the obvious, sometimes... " I hesitated. "I can't be sure—I don't know how to read minds—but sometimes it seems like you're trying to say goodbye when you're saying something else." That was the best I could sum up the sensation of anguish that his words triggered in me at times.
"Perceptive; very few people can decipher my enigmas... very few people can perceive me... " he whispered. And there was the anguish again, surfacing as he confirmed my fear. "That's exactly why you're wrong though," he began to explain, but then his eyes narrowed and it seemed as if a hush fell over the entire cafeteria. "What do you mean, 'the obvious'?"
"Well, look at me," I said, unnecessarily as he was already doing it. "I'm absolutely ordinary—well, except for bad things like all the near-death experiences and being so clumsy that I'm almost disabled. And look at you." I waved my hand toward him and all his bewildering perfection.
His brow creased angrily for a moment, then smoothed as his eyes took a knowing look.232 "You don't see yourself very clearly, you know. I'll admit you're dead-on about the bad things," he chuckled blackly, "but you didn't hear what every human male in this school was thinking on your first day."233
I blinked, astonished. "I don't believe it..." ...I'm hot! I continued in my head.
"Trust me just this once—you are the apposite of ordinary. Err," he shook his head and laughed casually, pointing to the Red Delicious in my hand. "Apple," he said. "What I meant to say is that you are the opposite of ordinary.
My embarrassment was much stronger than my pleasure at the look that came into his eyes when he said this. I quickly reminded him that we were arguing.



232. At first Fredward is angry because someone is insulting his beloved Bella, which is followed by his eyes realizing that it was Bella who had made the insult.
233. Presumably something along the lines of, "I must impregnate this pureblood."

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