Fitzroy Prewett did have the reputation of a flirt and Cee knew that very well. And if it hadn't been for their passionate exchange at the museum, she probably would have never considered him as something serious. As someone she could fall in love with.
Was she even in love with Fitzroy Prewett? Cee thought she was but the reality was that she was just a somewhat sheltered girl, brought up at a time period when girls her age weren't supposed to even be touched by men who weren't their husbands outside of dancing. It was understandable, then, that the one man who'd caused such a Chernobyl disaster of an endorphin and oxytocin rush to her, would be the one she'd fancy herself in love with.
The brain was a useful instrument but it could also be terribly deceiving. Ever since that fateful day at the museum, Cecily Gallivan's brain had started sabotaging her with a string of confirmation biases. It kept finding proof that she and Fitzroy Prewett were meant for each other. They both loved Quidditch. He used to play Quidditch for the Chuddley Cannons, Cecily's other love in this life. They had undeniably great sexual chemistry. She had even taken a Witch Weekly quiz as to which Prewett brother she was most compatible with. Her initial answers had pointed to Fitzroy, Felix and Frederick, but then Cecily had taken a better look at the questions and of course, the Ds seemed as more suitable answers for her, so there, even that Witch Weekly quiz said they were compatible. Cee didn't even believe in astrology, but she read in another article that he was a Pisces and she knew she was a Virgo and, upon looking it up, it appeared that their star signs were also terribly compatible.
As for him being a rake... Zelda did have a point, but... Like many naive girls who'd fallen for their first fuckboy, Cee thought she could fix him. She could tame the bad boy.
"Well, yes, but... So was Mr. Reuben Crouch and he is happily married now!" Cee offered. "And — Mr. Pettigrew and Mr. William Abbott too!"
Was she even in love with Fitzroy Prewett? Cee thought she was but the reality was that she was just a somewhat sheltered girl, brought up at a time period when girls her age weren't supposed to even be touched by men who weren't their husbands outside of dancing. It was understandable, then, that the one man who'd caused such a Chernobyl disaster of an endorphin and oxytocin rush to her, would be the one she'd fancy herself in love with.
The brain was a useful instrument but it could also be terribly deceiving. Ever since that fateful day at the museum, Cecily Gallivan's brain had started sabotaging her with a string of confirmation biases. It kept finding proof that she and Fitzroy Prewett were meant for each other. They both loved Quidditch. He used to play Quidditch for the Chuddley Cannons, Cecily's other love in this life. They had undeniably great sexual chemistry. She had even taken a Witch Weekly quiz as to which Prewett brother she was most compatible with. Her initial answers had pointed to Fitzroy, Felix and Frederick, but then Cecily had taken a better look at the questions and of course, the Ds seemed as more suitable answers for her, so there, even that Witch Weekly quiz said they were compatible. Cee didn't even believe in astrology, but she read in another article that he was a Pisces and she knew she was a Virgo and, upon looking it up, it appeared that their star signs were also terribly compatible.
As for him being a rake... Zelda did have a point, but... Like many naive girls who'd fallen for their first fuckboy, Cee thought she could fix him. She could tame the bad boy.
"Well, yes, but... So was Mr. Reuben Crouch and he is happily married now!" Cee offered. "And — Mr. Pettigrew and Mr. William Abbott too!"