Like he didn’t know that. She was a Gryffindor through and through, he’d known that since their schooldays. ‘Course, he’d also known since then that she was the brighter one between them - alright, admittedly anyone who knew either of them was likely to guess it - but she was also supposed to be the better behaved one, and knowing all her most rebellious moments... intimately... Tybalt wasn’t actually sure how much faith he had in her capabilities at the latter.
In which case, he probably oughtn’t be testing any boundaries, not least when she’d had rumours surface in recent weeks and they happened to be in the midst of a party. What he would prefer to do would be to get out of here, however he did have the presence to be aware that not being here might end up looking even worse.
Still, did she even know how impossible it was to be in her company and pretend to only show the appropriate level of enthusiasm? Torture with her, torture without - it was Valentine’s day and life was so tremendously unfair.
He drew back from her hand before it could turn indiscreet and drowned his sorrows briefly with his champagne, steeling himself for a conversation in which he was nothing but well-behaved. “‘Course they’re not.” He said cheerfully, and then let her steer the conversation towards work like the tedious acquaintances they were doomed to disguise themselves as. “Excellently, actually,” Tyb answered, falling for the question in spite of himself, and maybe glad that he could say so honestly, even in such quick succession from a mention of his past love. “Pity you didn’t come to duel in the tournament, Miss Gryffindor, or you’d have seen how it was treating me,” he joked lightly. He would’ve said that to any friend. “I was on fine form, in fact -” He broke off mid-sentence, brow furrowed, scanning the room and then meeting her gaze again quizzically to test a hypothesis. “You know, I don’t think anyone can hear us.” Which made very little sense in a room full of people, but even speaking at a usual volume, no one in the vicinity seemed to even care that they existed. How strange.
In which case, he probably oughtn’t be testing any boundaries, not least when she’d had rumours surface in recent weeks and they happened to be in the midst of a party. What he would prefer to do would be to get out of here, however he did have the presence to be aware that not being here might end up looking even worse.
Still, did she even know how impossible it was to be in her company and pretend to only show the appropriate level of enthusiasm? Torture with her, torture without - it was Valentine’s day and life was so tremendously unfair.
He drew back from her hand before it could turn indiscreet and drowned his sorrows briefly with his champagne, steeling himself for a conversation in which he was nothing but well-behaved. “‘Course they’re not.” He said cheerfully, and then let her steer the conversation towards work like the tedious acquaintances they were doomed to disguise themselves as. “Excellently, actually,” Tyb answered, falling for the question in spite of himself, and maybe glad that he could say so honestly, even in such quick succession from a mention of his past love. “Pity you didn’t come to duel in the tournament, Miss Gryffindor, or you’d have seen how it was treating me,” he joked lightly. He would’ve said that to any friend. “I was on fine form, in fact -” He broke off mid-sentence, brow furrowed, scanning the room and then meeting her gaze again quizzically to test a hypothesis. “You know, I don’t think anyone can hear us.” Which made very little sense in a room full of people, but even speaking at a usual volume, no one in the vicinity seemed to even care that they existed. How strange.
