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who doesn’t enjoy a good scare every now and again ? ( emet & alice )

“Weaklings,” Alice answered immediately, before biting into another rose macaron. She wasn’t looking at Emet, well aware of the fact that he was sitting right beside her, and not needing to show him any more signs of the fact that she was listening to him. Slowly chewing on her food, she tilted her head to the side and watched the people on the other side of the room. They were laughing behind their hands, and Alice felt a profound rush of dislike for them. There was no reason for it except for the fact that she had talked to them once before, and had found them even more vapid than a slice of uncooked potato. She knew she was supposed to always support her house, but sometimes some Slytherins really pushed the limits. Especially the younger ones. Sighing as she finished her macaron, Alice finally turned around to look at Emet. "Have you ever been to an actually terrifying haunted house? Because I’m starting to doubt they even exist.”

Piran strode towards the Burke front door, his smart shoes crunching through the frost that limned the ground. In his arms, he carried a huge board covered in green velvet—his mother, no doubt, would soon be tearing around Nott Manor demanding which of her daughters had stolen it to make a dress this time. Piran couldn’t help a quick grin at the thought, but he wiped it off his face in time to ring the doorbell.

As he waited, he adjusted the load in his arms. His black leather gloves were keeping his hands thoroughly toasty, but they did make gripping the thing rather irksome. With a sigh, he gave in and put it down, leaning it against his leg instead and folding his arms to keep the warm in better.