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he’s still not happy with nari sleeping on the floor, but she’d made it clear he wasn’t going to get her to relocate to an actual bed or even the couch, so ash had accepted it and stayed up in the hallway most of the night near her to make sure she would be okay. he might have drifted off a few times, but not for long. insomnia and the hardwood floor of his hallway weren’t a good combination for getting a good night’s rest.

the sun had started to rise, and he from the floor with it. he didn’t keep much stocked in his fridge, but he’d snuck the groceries he ordered to be delivered in and over her sleeping form quietly enough that he didn’t think he’d woken her.

        “  i took care of it.  you can be on your way now.  ”

“    HA!    ”    the  laugh  she  lets  out  is  loud,    dramatic.    to  think  that  she  would  be  threatened  by  anyone  was  just  offensive.    “    threatened?    threatened?    what  am  i  supposed  to  be  threatened  by?    talent  and  beauty  are  two  things  i  already  possess!    you  got  something  i  don’t?    ”

the game was about to start in a few hours; tristan didn’t want to feel nervous, but he did regardless. not only did he have his other problems to think about, but his competitive spirit came at play here as well. the gryffindor team was talanted, he couldn’t deny it. a loss just at the end of the year wouldn’t look so good on his resume. as if in an attempt to make his bad mood worse, tristan’s eyes landed on a familiar face trading galleons and whispers with another person. furrowing his eyebrows, the mckinnon approached the other. cleon burke might have been his friend once, but with the other’s recent behaviour, all tristan felt for him was disdain. “ you know betting in illegal, don’t you, burke? “