Her hands shot to cover her cheeks, which she were sure that somehow and someway they’d managed to find a way to flush even deeper. “I don’t think that that’ll be necessary, besides I’m sure most of the people you asked wouldn’t know who I am so they’d pick you by default.”
If anything, Ludo’s grin grew wider and, it must be said, brighter when Hestia covered her cheeks. “Well, I’m willing to go to the utmost of measures to convince you, Hes,” he informed her, before making a pitying noise. “Now, that’s just sad,” he said. “Missing out on knowing the Hestia Jones? Frankly, they’re being deprived. You know what? I bet if they all met you, they’d be lining up to make you smile and staying to hang out with you. In fact, it would the charitable thing to do, letting them know someone as top notch as you exists, Jones.” Ludo, by this point, had decided that, all jokes aside, it was indeed a crying shame for many people that they weren’t exposed to Hestia, who was, in his opinion, indeed one of the best people he knew. “And anyways,” Ludo added, “they couldn’t pick my smile if I didn’t know you, because who else would make me grin about stars at all hours of the night?” And, to illustrate his point, he smiled at her again, but something softer this time, a little less laughing and a little more fond—which, given his usually amused and fond expression when it came to the Ravenclaw girls, was saying something.
