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“You know, there are certain moments where I consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future.” Gideon said, crossing his arms against his chest as a smug smile made it’s way on his face. “This is not one of those moments. What the fuck are you even doing?”
Evanthe whirled around, book in hand. “You –– just –– be quiet, okay?” Eyes widening, she motioned for Gideon to come closer. “I needed this for... a class.”
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hufflepuff - ubi mel ibi apes “where (there is) honey, there (are) bees” meaning treat people right, and they will do the same.
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i. “Sometimes I wonder if anyone actually knows me at all.”
“Wow, that’s ugly.” Camilla nodded. “At least it keeps you warm, I guess. Although it’s still ugly.” she laughed. “I mean… it’s okay because you’re pretty, anyway.”
“I wish you were wrong. But yes, at least it fulfills its purpose.” Evanthe laughed, a mixture of anxiety and genuine amusement. “Thank you! You are as well. Pretty, I mean.”
“I certainly do hope you’re wearing something under that. It’s pretty cold out, Evanthe.”
Evanthe scoffed, a mannerism not unlike that of her mother’s, and rolled her eyes. “And I hope you don’t take me for someone who wouldn’t show up to a match in my house colors, Gideon.”
Victoire scoffed at the sight before chuckling to herself. “Did you ask for the house-elves’ permission before you sewed every napkin in the great hall together?”
Evanthe forced a smile, like always, like she’d been taught, and wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Nice to see you, Victoire.” A small nod, in her direction, or maybe slightly out of the way.
‘ you’re not still cold, are you? ‘ he watched her wrap the blanket around herself with a raised eyebrow. ‘ i bet you’re not half as bad as you let on. it’s a far bigger part practice than skill anyways. ‘
“No, I’m alright, really.” Pausing for a moment, Evanthe reached for the bag slung lazily over her shoulder and withdrew a small thermos. “It’s hot chocolate –– would you like some? I never finish anyways. And –– “ she paused to take a drink, rolling her eyes. “Take my word for it, I’m awful.”
‘ i won’t be after the game, so i thought i’d only bring my sweater. ‘
“Ah yes, I see.” Adjusting her blanket so that it was wrapped more tightly around her frame, Evanthe let her gaze wander to the sky and sighed. “I’m not playing, although it’s always been a dream of mine to be even alright at Quidditch.”
“She’s kidding.”
‘ but does it really matter as long as it keeps you warm? ‘
“You’re right –– it doesn’t.” Evanthe paused for a moment. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Looks cute, in my opinion. ”
“Thanks, you’re one of the only people who hasn’t laughed in my face.”
“Fucking hell, that’s ugly.” Thalia probably couldn’t stop herself from judging, even if she tried. “Oops.”
“I’d be offended if you weren’t correct, honestly.” Evanthe shrugged, always one to avoid conflict. “I’m warm though.”
“Alright –– refrain from judgement everyone, it was the only blanket I had.”
