Zhenya offered a brief smile at the mention of her mother, and she quickly said "It's fine," and hoped the subject would pass. She had managed to pull herself out of bed and into the shower a week after the funeral, how she must have stunk, and since then, since she washed her hair, dried it, combed it, put on some fresh clothes and opened the windows, she had refused to speak about her mother, for fear of going back to that sloth she had been.
Zhenya sit where Bianca suggested, and tried to put a casual smile on her face. Yeah, she was feeling more comfortable being in front of the camera. After everything she had accomplished with her career up until this point, she was perfectly comfortable in front of a camera. "Cool," she said happily to Bianca, smiling. Count of three, okay, Zhenya nodded... ACTION!
Exciting.
Zhenya listened to the first question and couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Um... oh it was when he was about to start his.. fifth year I think. I was in my third year. We were in Diagon Alley, and I walked into him and fell backwards and he called me clumsy girl. We didn't get along for the first few weeks," she laughed again. "But after a while we just got to know each other and... like each other and then we um... kissed. By the lake." She felt herself blush. UGH too mushy! "I thought he was mean, at first. Honestly. He was so grumpy at me for bumping into him, and even when we met again on the train he wasn't very happy with me." Yep, but that changed after a while.
And the next question... when did she like him? "It was when I was upset about something. He followed me, I don't remember where. The lake or room of requirement... he came to make sure I was okay, see what was the problem, then... I guess I saw his caring side and started liking him. Then one thing led to another and... yeah, we really hit it off." The memories were all there, and it made her feel the new relationship nerves that she hadn't felt or thought about in a while.
