Rubbing Elbows
The reunion had been a wonderful night so far, though Frank wished there was a much less formal event. Hufflepuff House knew how to have fun dressed down, and he’d rather have a housewide pillowfort in the empty classrooms than this. He waved and embraced his friends, careful not to knock their wine over their clothes.
Damn, did he wish that he didn’t have to be on his best behavior. Small talk wasn’t his deal and he was already hoping someone would suggest some kind of afterparty. Frank turned around, realizing that someone was behind him. “Hey, how’s it—oh.”
It was not that he did not like Caleb. Caleb was just fucking weird. He was a little younger than Frank, but he just had some bad vibes trying to rub elbows with Slytherin house. And while there wasn’t anything wrong with interhouse unity, Frank couldn’t help it feel that, for how accepting Hufflepuff house was, Caleb just refused it.
But he had been wrong before, though he wasn’t out to prove himself wrong now. He stood up a little straighter, though there was no need because he towered over just about everybody, and repeated his question with as much stiff politeness as he could. “How’s it going?”
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