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“Yes, I do agree – goblins are far too intelligent to only be working the economy.” Thomas nodded, knowing fully well he was speaking out of his arse. He regretted talking to this fifth-year girl – she had such a pretty face, he couldn’t help it, but Merlin, was she boring. He reached a hand out to the person passing by him. “Oi! Haven’t seen you in a bit, how are you doing?”  Thomas wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the person, waving at the fifth-year as he continued walking with the person.

“Ow!” Thomas groaned, swatting away the hand that had gripped the back of his neck. He turned to face Dolores Umbridge, surprised by her actions. She was always nice to look at, but in this instance he was just confused. “Are you trying to get my attention, Dolly?”

With the company revolving about her having been a mixture of Emma, Pinky and particularly Antonin, Zhenya hadn’t found herself seeking to be rather sociable as of lately — especially with the malicious and opened eyed stares she had found herself upon the opposite of as she walked down corridors. Her fingers only ever seconds away from her wand, she found herself to be watching out for any indication of a possible attack. Yet as she moved to walk away from the appearance of Thomas, her eyes flashed as his fingers wrapped around her wrist as she hissed, “Out of sight, out of mind. Didn’t you hear? I was strung up for Hogwarts to enjoy.”

Thomas cringed at the thought of Zhenya literally being strung up. He would have appreciated it if it was him doing the tying, with her full consent, but that stupid Charlotte ran amok and ruined everything. He dropped her wrist, avoiding looking directly at her. “I’m sorry that happened.” It wasn’t like him to keep things serious for so long – but it seemed as if the attack had affected Zhenya harshly. “You can’t let it ruin you.”

There could have been a thousand other places she could have studied; yet Zhenya remained there, a disapproving smirk upon her lips as she rolled her eyes at his reply. “Attractive? I’m not quite sure what you mean Thomas, I’ve seen far better than the likes of you.” And whilst she had always held a certain appreciation for men and women alike, there were only a certain few memorable ones. As she tilted her head to reply to his next question, she began to reply dryly, “I was finishing my History essay; but I suppose I can always save it till later.”

Thomas scoffed – there were few at Hogwarts who looked better than him and took care of themselves like he did. No, Thomas knew Zhenya was bluffing, as he caught his own reflection in the window by them. He ran a hand through his hair, grinning at Zhenya. “I hope I haven’t interrupted.” He was lying through his teeth. “What would you like to do instead?”

There were only a handful of individuals that Zhenya had come to find could rile her up to no end, because they knew her so well. And that included a certain Thomas Avery; one who seemed to have no sense of decency when it came to his attire. And so when she been intending to study in the abandoned classroom, she had become rather irritated with Thomas deciding to take off his shirt and continue to disrupt her studying. “Like it? What is there to like about that?” She snapped as she gestured to his bare chest, before slamming her books down upon the nearest desk as she crossed her arms. “You were bothering me because I was trying to study!”

Thomas finished buttoning up his shirt and sat in the seat next to Zhenya, putting his feet up on the table in front of him. It was just so easy to get on her nerves, and so fun to see her riled up. “There’s a lot to like about this,” He waved his hands, referring to his torso. “I’m a very attractive man, and you can’t deny that.” He was quiet for a few moments, enjoying the silence of the room they were in, but then leaned to the side, glancing at Zhenya’s books. “What are you trying to study, then?”

He hastily shoved his wand into his pocket, throwing his hands in the air, exasperated with the route this conversation was taking. Zhenya just didn’t understand that Thomas felt more free with his shirt off, it wasn’t a matter of showing off. He didn’t think his body was that nice to look at, anyway, he thought as he glanced down at his bare chest. “It only bothers you because you like it.” Thomas said pointedly, as Zhenya tried to leave the room. He slammed the door shut and put his arms into his shirt, buttoning it quickly. “Better?”