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name is Potter!!!!" He bellowed.
    "Whatever," she threw over her shoulder.
    "But-
    "You know if you could be a doll and turn around and head back to your car that would be great. Or are you afraid that you’ll come across a seagull? Man up and go away, unless you want ME to protect YOU?  I know how scared they make you," she said in the midst of laughter.
    Potter glanced down just to make sure his balls were still there. Man, what a shrew!
    "You know what?!" he demanded as he spun her around to face him.  Her eyes widened from shock and a trace amount of remorse was reflected in her eyes. "I’m tired of your crap! I’m trying to be nice here. I’m sorry about what I said earlier, I’m a jerk. Now do you want a ride or not? Cause either way I’m going with you."
    For a brief moment her eyes were wide and vulnerable.  All the shields she usually put up were down and he could see straight to her soul. Then she lowered her head and stared at her feet.  Potter softened his grip on her shoulder and waited her reply.
    He could smell her hair, it smelled of fruit and salt water.  She had pretty hair, naturally straight and looked like it would be silky.  He wondered how weird it would be if he sniffed it, he bet it would be pretty weird.  He had never noticed it before, but she had blond highlights that sparkled in the sun. He looked up at the sky and noticed a bird flying in the distance.  He let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was only a turkey buzzard.  He resumed his contemplation of her hair while he awaited her decision.  She really had pretty hair.
    "I’m sorry." she mumbled to her feet, which were pretty dang cute, now that Potter took a second to notice.  She had her neatly trimmed toenails French tipped and her feet were show cased in a flirty pair of flip flops. Why was he noticing this now?
    "What?"
    "I’m sorry..." she said softly. Potter looked at her in surprise. Had he just won? Had he tamed the wild beast? Would it be inappropriate to do a discrete victory dance?? He stared into her face and once again saw the lost little warrior.
    "I’m sorry," she said again. “I know I can be difficult, I just push and push until I drive people crazy.  I shouldn’t have made fun of your stupid fear of seagulls, and I shouldn’t have yelled at any of you. I especially shouldn’t have threatened to end their lives-Momma always said not to kill people.”  Puck grinned impishly at him and then continued, “You must think that I am horrible, but I’m really not! I’m just under a butt load of stress and I was taking it out on you and your friends, which was wrong of me.”  She glanced up at him thru watery eyes, which had gone all soft and appealing.
    "Forgive me?" she asked in a soft voice as she stared up at him.
    Potter tried to remind himself of that dang kitten that kept coming back to her at the sound of her sweet voice, only to be thrown at the dog again. He tried to resist, he really did, but who could say no to that? Her eyes had gone all soft and puppy eyed and stared up at him in such a sweet angelic fashion.
    This new look was a million times more effective than her warrior look.  Dang, she had expressive blue eyes.  When she laughed they sparkled, when she was mad they flashed lightning, and when she was repentant, she was beautiful. He could have stared at her forever, but then the spell was broken by a matter of fact voice from hell.
    "Don’t look at me like that, this doesn’t mean that I like you. I’m just sorry is all, so don’t go getting any ideas that I want to be ‘special’ friends with you," she said matter-of-factly. What the hey was that about? Her eyes which had once been so soft and sweet had narrowed and gotten hard.  She wasn’t angry, just serious.
    Potter was blown away. Here he was about to forgive her for being psycho and she comes out with that? Not that he particularly wanted to be friends with her, she was crazy after all, but did she have to say it like