you don’t know (or do you)
it’s a normal day. tired after classes, no quidditch practice thank you, and he plops down beside evie in the dining hall as if it’s no big deal, but sometimes he feels strange for sitting among strangers the gryffindors. its fine, its worth it. he gets to hear about her day.
there’s a part of his plate that’s empty, for the expectant of what was to come. a pile of vegetables from her plate to his. it was beginning to become a routine, one that wasn’t necessarily welcome but there nonetheless. ( maybe, just maybe it warms a little part of his heart in the most ridiculous infantile way. )
his body is ever so angled towards her, so he does not miss a word, even if it is not him that she is talking to. “you look a little frazzled.” he winces. that’s exactly what any girls want to hear. “did you have a busy day?” cyrus tries to correct, stuffing a forkful of baby carrots into his mouth before he can continue making this go in a downward spiral.
even if it was the same day in and day out, he’d probably listen. fortunately for him, she’s rather interesting because she was ever so effervescently evie.