I hate that I would always be lowkey trying to impress cormac in little ways but denying it any time someone called me out on it. from rolling up my skirt to swaying my hips a little too much when he’s behind me. but that guy? you think I’d go for someone as shallow and nasty as him just because he’s attractive? fucking ew! (meanwhile I’m doing the drunk girl giggle and batting my eyelashes at the quidditch match after parties like a fool around him)
quidditch match after parties is where you rly shine. you pull out allll the stops on purpose. you wear the perfume you know he likes, you’ve got your hair styled in the way he told you looks nice, you roll up your skirt and you pull down your neckline anything to get him subconsciously fiendinggg for it and he’s on you—obviously—bcos you’re sending out these signals. and part of the game is gaslighting him, telling him he’s crazy and you don’t want him within ten feet of you. and that’s when he says you’re lyingggg <33 part of victory fucking you is conquering you first
