lionhest:
❛ not a fan of horoscopes, i take it. ❜ hestia grins widely, unperturbed by the woman’s aloof response. she leans over her shoulder ( perhaps far too close for it to be deemed comfortable, but she hadn’t gotten to the section lucinda had flipped to and her curiosity got the best of her ) to read what lucinda’s eyes were currently glued to.
the content makes her grin grow - though she raises a hand to hide it, steeling herself to tighten her smile before brushing her hair behind her ear in a slightly unnatural gesture to further hide the fact that she’d try to hide her growing smile - and she raises her brows at lucinda. ❛ i’m guessing none of it’s true ?? it seems a bit too scandalous for you. interesting, but scandalous. ❜
“ indeed not, ” lucinda says shortly. she raises an eyebrow at the other woman’s proximity — lucinda talkalot, as a rule, does not voluntarily find herself in close proximity to others, but it is not something that specifically bothers her; she is on a quidditch team, after all — but says nothing.
glancing at hestia when the question is asked, lucinda notices her expression and throws her an exasperated look. “ of course not, ” she says, using one well-aimed fingertip to tap against a particular line in the article. “ look at all these names. i wouldn’t have the time nor the patience, ” she said frankly. “ besides, i would never do that with the opposition. ”













