Oct 21, 2016
@ofandromedas
❝You’re pretty, you’re pretty, pretty.❞
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@ofandromedas
❝You’re pretty, you’re pretty, pretty.❞
Any reasonable person would have picked a more pleasant place to draw than the Black Lake—yet here Eddie was, in a small clearing near it, sitting on top of a blanket (charmed to be waterproof) with a warming spell cast around their vicinity. They weren’t alone, though. There was someone else in the area, standing much closer to the Lake, quite far from where the Ravenclaw sat. Their back was facing Edgar, so there was no use in trying to tell who the student was. Not that it mattered. The silhouette worked as a nice touch to the otherwise plain scenery, and that was that.
Eddie held up the sketchbook for comparison, inspecting the drawing with narrowed eyes —- just then, the other student made a sharp turn, locking eyes with them. With the sketchbook lifted in the air like that, it was undeniable what they had been doing. Blushing, they fumbled to lower the sketchbook; they ended up dropping it on the ground, papers flapping loudly.
a brunet thrusts flowers and chocolate towards her, and persephone accepts them with a graceful smile and a rose pink flush to her cheeks. “oh, thank you! you really shouldn’t have.” she lets out an airy giggle, holding the gifts to her chest while the boy bids his goodbyes and hurries off. yet soon as he’s out of sight, her lips curl into a sneer---there’s no mistaking the contempt in her voice.
“how cheap.”
and the flowers are promptly tossed in the rubbish bin.
“Hufflepuffs are submissive and I’m a Death Eater. My arse. The next person who insults Hufflepuff can reconsider their position in the infirmary with a black eye and a broken nose.”
“Aw, shite. This is impossible.”
“— Before you ask, yes, I’m afraid that seat is taken. And no, I wasn’t going to say that it was taken by my bag just to make you stay away.”
“----And he was all, ‘I think you broke my nose!’ Mate, if you weren’t such an arse your face would be as pretty as it was yesterday. He can just go to the infirmary and get that fixed right away, anyway.”
“Am I a terrible person for not liking Valentine’s Day? Because I feel like a terrible person. I do like the chocolate though...does that count?”