#clem 4

Gawain didn’t know what exactly had persuaded him to drop in on his sister. It worked out as some combination of the fact that he hadn’t seen much of her since the Tinworth cookout, and that he was painfully aware that the summer had added more tragedy to her plate. And he was trying to be more present, wasn’t he? This was a way of accomplishing that, wasn’t it? With a peace offering of custard creams, he stood on her doorstep, waiting for his knock to be answered.

The one good thing about being a second year was knowing you could bounce from table to table in the Great Hall. Dorcas hovered by the Hufflepuffs, finally sidling up to Clem and saying, “Hi. Got a minute?”

“Is that --” Darcy was already exclaiming,  weaving her way through the crowd whilst, somehow, not spilling a single drop of her beer. “A Clementine Robards that I see?”