petuniacevans:
her brows narrowed in confusion at the statement. she couldn’t imagine anyone willingly hanging on to a charm such as that. it seemed far too dangerous, but maybe that was just for those with secrets that had to be kept. “perhaps,” she mused, although she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to hear what alecto’s secrets were. she especially didn’t want to hear what the other girl (or anyone really) thought about her. petunia was more than content to pretend that she and her sister were viewed equally in the wizarding world even if she knew it wasn’t true.
“haven’t had the delight,” she said, her tone almost caustic. “can’t say i’m really interested much in secrets. spilling mine or hearing others.” she’d never put much stalk in hearing the tales others would spin about who had a crush on whom and whether or not a person’s new haircut made their head look larger than normal. no, petunia had had enough of secrets for a lifetime even as she continued to keep one.
There was a thing Alecto could never turn down and that was a challenge. Whether it was a dare or even a person, she had to prove others wrong when they had doubt in her. She wasn’t feeble and she wasn’t afraid of anything (or so she kept telling other people). She could see Petunia’s reticence when it came to the trick charm. She held it up in front of her face, turning it in her fingers to look at it. “Does this scare you?” Her voice was light. It seemed innocent enough a question.
“Is that so?” Her head tilted to the side and she looked at Petunia, her expression carefully, studying. “Secrets have weight. They have value. Maybe you Gryffindors are too bold and brash with what you know to realize that.” There was a glint in her eye. A challenge of her own. “If I dared you to hold this, would you? Or do you lack that Gryffindor bravery?”
