Lucinda smiled into her drink with some degree of smugness. She was right - and perhaps it would have been easier for Elsie if she wasn't, but this boy was so far in love with her cousin that he'd admit to it, mostly sober, after witnessing a Beauregard-family screaming match that had rebounded onto all involved. Lucinda pressed her index finger to her temple.
"That's what I expected," Lucinda said. She waved her hand at the spot where he and Elsie had been. Lucinda had once pushed a boy down the stairs so that he'd stop hassling her younger cousin; Bentley would have killed anyone who messed with her too badly; Elsie was soft. Elsie was gentle. Elsie had yelled at Lucinda to defend her objectively stupid relationship with a boy.
So because of that, Lucinda said, "Whether she'll admit it or not, she wants the same, underneath." She shrugged her shoulders.
"But the way things are, that won't make a difference. How are you going to get there?" A Quidditch player with no money sniffing around her younger cousin? Never mind Lucinda; if she told Stella, Stella would kill him. And she wasn't going to, but that didn't mean it wasn't an option.
"That's what I expected," Lucinda said. She waved her hand at the spot where he and Elsie had been. Lucinda had once pushed a boy down the stairs so that he'd stop hassling her younger cousin; Bentley would have killed anyone who messed with her too badly; Elsie was soft. Elsie was gentle. Elsie had yelled at Lucinda to defend her objectively stupid relationship with a boy.
So because of that, Lucinda said, "Whether she'll admit it or not, she wants the same, underneath." She shrugged her shoulders.
"But the way things are, that won't make a difference. How are you going to get there?" A Quidditch player with no money sniffing around her younger cousin? Never mind Lucinda; if she told Stella, Stella would kill him. And she wasn't going to, but that didn't mean it wasn't an option.