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     “   i just hope i will not shutter his confidence with this --- couldn’t even write a nice comment on it... don’t want to give him false hope or something,   “   she answered, scratching her cheek gently. eris watched her friend, smiling softly. it was good to see hestia in such good mood, finally relaxed, even for a moment. don’t get her wrong ; she still remembers her word and with who she was siding and that hestia was all against everything half-veela was connected to... but it didn’t change that she had a small soft spot for the other, bonding over their similar tragedies and pain. what have to come, will come anyway.   “   no problem. i will make sure to bring it with me if he tries it again. it should be shared,   “   she said with a quiet laugh, shaking her head a little.   “   --- kids can get so creative. they are keeping me on my toes all the time. i wouldn’t think of something like this back in school...   “

     she crossed her legs, watching him carefully, a soft smile ghosting on lips.   “   predictable, i will start with a nice red wine,   “   eris said, tilting her head a little. her relation with zane was... careful, for sure. trying to be the sweet, naive girl adoring brave auror seems like an easy role, but not with him --- he was a lot more than she was giving him credits for at the beginning, and now half-veela put more effort into keeping close than only smile and use her blood magic.   “   was today shift peaceful for you?   “   she added, doodling on the wood top with her fingertip.   “   hope i will be able to help you relax, mr. auror,   “   she teased lightly.

     she smiled --- sweet and openly, blue eyes watching him coming closer as eris lifted her hand to wiggle fingers at him.   “   zane, good to see you!   “   half-veela said in a warm tone, raising a little from her seat to kiss his check quickly, hand touching his arm in a friendly gesture.   “   --- i was worried you will not be able to meet me,   “   she added, sitting by the bar again, leaning against it a little.   “   if you hungry, we can go somewhere else instead of just drinking.   “

     so, not black then --- if hestia, who was an auror and in the order, said it wasn’t him, eris was almost sure he wasn’t connected ( almost because there was always a small chance of being wrong and she refused to be blinded to that ) . she carefully storage the piece of information in the safety of her mind, finger tapping the cup gently. half-veela nodded slightly.   “   --- i see. that makes it all more... concerning,   “   she said slowly, frowning a little more, before nodding again, this time with more energy.   “   of course! i’m sorry for asking. i don’t want to put you in trouble with the department,   “    she said with a slightly embarrassed expression, starting to fidget with her fingers.   “   that’s not why i wanted to meet, too. i planned for us to have a nice break, i think you deserve one form time to time,   “   eris said with a small sigh.   “   it seems like i butchered it greatly. father would not be pleased,   “   she chuckled quietly, looking at her tea. 

     she smiled, sweet and gently, nodding slightly in response.   “   of course. it’s always a pleasure to meet you, mr. malfoy,   “   eris answered in a soft voice, blue hues watching the other sharply. she sits down with a grace - half natural, half whipped into her - and smiled a quiet thank you to the waiter. she liked this place --- but she liked most of the places lucius was choosing carefully. half-veela made herself comfortable, though her back was still straight, finger touching warm porcelain of her cup. there was always that duplicity about meeting with a malfoy --- she enjoyed his words and wit, but was wary of chances it will be turned against her, no matter their relation or mutual... friends.   “   more work than i would like to care about, i’m afraid,   “   eris chuckled quietly.   “   though i’m pleased to finally be able to give my own studies focuses its deserve, even if it is in breaks of making sure i’m ready for the new school year,   “   she took a small sip of her tea, corner of lips lifting at the taste.   “   what about you, mr. malfoy? even if the end of year doesn't mean our job is over, i believe you should also have more time to pursue your personal hobbies?   “

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     she looked at ron with a slightly lifted brow, tilting her head just a tiny bit.   “   i don’t think i have what’s needed to play a bad cop, but it also not a role i can leave to a student, can i?   “   eris said, a small smile ghosting on her lips.   “   i cannot say that i know what emo is, too... you are putting me in difficult position, mr. weasley,   “   half-veela added with a good-natured tease, lacing her fingers together.

     she laughed, shaking her head just a little bit, hand lifted to cover her lips ; with warm, pinkish cheeks and glittering eyes, she looked younger, innocent.   “   no, i’m not!   “   she waved her hand slightly, smiling to the other with amusing.   “   it actually made me feel awful because it was very flattering poem, but i still needed to give him a t on it because it had nothing to do with runes,   “   half-veela shook her head slightly, fingers playing with the edge of glass. 

     “   i might just have a lot of faith in all the right people,   “   eris said, a little smile tugging at the corner of her lips. she kept the cup close to lips, warming them slightly, fingers wrapped gently around the porcelain. the breakout was a good thing for her, but for hestia, it must have been one of the nightmares comes to life and she felt sad for her friend  --- and even then, there was no guilt in her chest nor mind.   “   do you think black did it?   “   she asked, carefully putting her cup down, blue hues traveling over the older’s face, a small frown showing on her forehead.   “   why wouldn’t he come for them earlier?   “