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w/ @gemmagampâ when: after the quidditch match where: the party celebrating ravenclawâs win
cress placed the near-full cup of firewhiskey back on the table.Â
had it been his choice, he would have stayed away entirely from the drink. he had no taste for it. however, earlier on in the evening, a fellow ravenclaw intent on making the most of the festivities and spreading their insobriety, had insisted on pouring him a cup, shoving it in his hands and watching him down a few perfunctory throat-burning gulps before wandering back off into the crowd.Â
he had put the cup down, because his stomach was churning. but, even he knew that, as much as it was unwise to drink on an empty stomach, those swallows of firewhiskey were not what was making him uneasy.
the victory on the quidditch field today had felt- oddly hollow. these past few weeks, he had caught himself wondering errantly if he was growing out of quidditch and, today, had only really been another page in the case for it. after all, he had spent the entire time in the air wishing he was somewhere else. and now, surrounded by people who were all to happy to congratulate him on what he had done that day, he could not help but think only of what he had not been doing.Â
right on cue, a familiar silhouette manifested beside him. wordlessly, he spelled one of the bottles of firewhiskey to lift itself and fill another one of the empty cups on the table. a twitch of his fingers, the cup floated gently towards the girl.Â
âdrink?â he offered, thin-lipped. as much as gemma didnât care for him, he still had to try. the onus was always on him to be civil. âslytherin may have lost tonight, but there are still things to celebrate.â
he wanted nothing more than to ask her the pressing questions on his mind. but this crowded room was hardly the place. âat least malfoy lost, right?â there was a smirk on his face, âi hope skipping the match was worth it. if iâm quite honest, sometimes, i wish i could do the same. i could get so many things done.â
Gemma wasnât sure what exactly it was---maybe the triumph running through her veins at getting one over on the MA, or the fact that at this very moment Zeke and Eden were undoubtedly making Lily Potter wish sheâd never been born---or maybe it was the almost subservient cast to Cressâ begrudging civility; he may technically be a leader, but they both knew Cress never was, and never would be, her equal.
So she was gracious----outwardly, anyway. âThanks.â Taking a sip, she gave him a sideways glance, the look on her face all but confirming just how swimmingly the night had gone. âSilver lining, right? Though maybe Ravenclaw had an unfair advantage----Scorpiusâ eyesight clearly isnât what it used to be, if his choice in rebound is anything to go by.â
Silence spread between them for a few moments, before Gemma spoke again. âI have had quite a productive evening. Itâs my motherâs birthday soon, so I ordered her a bouquet. Orange lilies are her favorite, and so hard to come by this time of year. But I managed.â











