alice’s head snapped up at the sound of his voice, eyes narrowed before they’d even settled on him. ❛ don’t act like you even payed her a second glance, crouch. there are people who are reallygrieving, surely you can survive without the spotlight on you for two seconds. ❜
there was a sharp inhale, dark hues still playing their part of appearing sorrowful. his feet taking a step back in utter shock. ❝ how can you imply such a thing, alice ? as if i only care about is myself ? what happened to her was tragic … if anything you should apologize for your insensitivity. ❞
“Weak,” Lucinda muttered, scanning through the strategy breakdown in the Prophet from the Arrows v Falcons game that happened on the weekend. Quill scratching against the parchment, she took note of the move the Falcons’ chasers had used—she was fairly sure she’d seen Harris and Dearborn do something similar once, and even though she thought they were probably innovative enough to do something new, seeing how the Arrows’ beaters had defended against it was not something that would hurt. “Poor effort from Lynch,” she said critically, eyeing the stats, unimpressed. “Nice block from Adams, though,” she said appreciatively. Lucinda gave credit where it was due, after all.
taking the empty seat next to her as his books made a loud thud , barty eyed the newspaper in hand. when did she not spout off about quidditch ? the answer was never. at least she excelled at the sport. ❝ oh dearest lucinda, critiquing yet another game are we ? ❞ there was a wiggle to his brow despite him wanting to crumple up that horrendous paper altogether.
❝ and here i was hoping you’d expand your horizons this school year. ❞
❛ i have no idea what you mean. ❜ she tiptoed forward, light on her feet as a knowing grin made itself at home across her soft features. ❛ i’m a good girl . . . who only sometimes slides down the banister. ❜
he eyes her sternly, brow raising at her obvious fib. ❝ you’re lucky i haven’t got proof …. yet. but don’t you worry, this year you have my undivided attention. ❞
❝ it’s quite sad isn’t it ? ❞ his voice lowered as sadness coated his tongue. empathy was something he lacked, but barty knew just how to make it appear real. ❝ she was just here walking the halls and now she’s gone. ❞
❛ ooooohhhhh c’mon ! it’s perfectly safe . . . i do it all the time ! ❜
❝ mhmmm, just like you sneak out after curfew each night. i’m onto you, rostam. ❞ there’s a playful tone to his words before he begins to roll up his sleeves.
❝ —– and what exactly are we doing?? ❞
SWEET , SWEET EYES ( like anchors in stormy sea ) hooked into her own —- drawing her in until she is able to steal the toast from between his long fingers. “ MY DEAR , i always miss you when you are not near . “
brows crease, lips nearly pulling into a pout when she plucked away his morning snack. when it came to katerina, barty had learned the importance of how to share. ❝ listen, it was dreadful being away for the summer. father was such a pest, i nearly had the mind to come visit you if i didn’t think you’re brother would hex me on the spot. ❞
“alright, i GET that this is seventh year and all, but did slughorn really have to give us this much homework on our first week back?,” hestia exclaimed, waving her planner through the air. “i mean — jeez. it’s a LOT!”
❝ its his special way of greeting us back. ❞ a chuckle sounded off his lips at hestia’s inner turmoil. slughorn adored him. another perk of being an outstanding student, barty rarely had to turn in things on time. ❝ reckon you should get started on it then. ❞
❝ —- ah yes, here i am. ❞ fingers plucking a piece of toast, dark hues settling on hers. the curves of his lips lifting into a knowing smile. ❝ missed me, have you ? ❞