Chuckles rose from his throat, eying Dahlia from his spot after rising to a stand. âA man shouldnât kiss and tell, should he.â He pushed scruffy hair back and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning his side on the door frame. âAnd how did you busy yourself last night, then; surely someone as pretty as you didnât waste away the entire time studying?â
âYouâre completely right, he shouldnât. Iâll keep my own s p e c u l a t i o n s to myself then. Or I could just start a horrible, fake tall tale & make sure to tell Skeeter about the illicit affairs of Amos Diggory. So juicy.â There was a dramatic flair in her voice, that held an equally playful tone. When he asked her, she gave him the same coy answer he decided to grace her with,âa woman shouldnât kiss and tell, should she? But, let me ask you this,â a pause, âif I enjoy my time, is it really being wasted? No matter if I was studying, reading, ... doing other things.âÂ










