Clementine Greengrass wasn't certain whether it would have been better if she and her sisters had remained at home, that she might probe them for information on all that had happened since she left for the new term. The allure of the teapot trials, though, had proved very strong—indeed, many of her classmates had been talking about it for the past week! Besides, the Hufflepuff rationalized, this at least would give her an opportunity to see how Grace and Verity fared in public.
It was only once the girls were seated that Clementine really began to notice that Noble had fallen behind, but then the competition began properly and she found herself very much distracted by the spectacle of it. A strong student of transfiguration herself, she had even brought along a small notebook in which she jotted down observations in her own shorthand for later transcription into her journal. Only once most of the contestants had successfully departed did she remember her brother's absence and, after telling her sisters where she would be, set off to find him.
Aha! the witch thought, a bright smile on her face as she spotted Noble from behind. He appeared to be in conversation with a young lady—a client, perhaps?—but interruption had never really been something Clem had shied away from.
It was only when she was just behind that she heard it: "Between the ingredients themselves and the pretty flower shop girl, I have no complaints at all."
Merlin's beard, he was flirting!
It was one thing, Clementine thought, to see one's classmates involve in mild flirtation, but another entirely to witness it in a sibling. She could not recall ever regarding either brother in such a situation, and she hastily clamped her mouth shut to keep from laughing.
Tragically, there was nowhere she might hide to spy further, forcing her to make her presence known.
"Noble!" she greeted brightly. "Do you intend to join us, or have you forsaken your dear sisters altogether?" As she spoke, her eyes looked over the young lady. Her brother was right in that she was, indeed, pretty, which made it all the more difficult for Clementine to keep herself in check.
It was only once the girls were seated that Clementine really began to notice that Noble had fallen behind, but then the competition began properly and she found herself very much distracted by the spectacle of it. A strong student of transfiguration herself, she had even brought along a small notebook in which she jotted down observations in her own shorthand for later transcription into her journal. Only once most of the contestants had successfully departed did she remember her brother's absence and, after telling her sisters where she would be, set off to find him.
Aha! the witch thought, a bright smile on her face as she spotted Noble from behind. He appeared to be in conversation with a young lady—a client, perhaps?—but interruption had never really been something Clem had shied away from.
It was only when she was just behind that she heard it: "Between the ingredients themselves and the pretty flower shop girl, I have no complaints at all."
Merlin's beard, he was flirting!
It was one thing, Clementine thought, to see one's classmates involve in mild flirtation, but another entirely to witness it in a sibling. She could not recall ever regarding either brother in such a situation, and she hastily clamped her mouth shut to keep from laughing.
Tragically, there was nowhere she might hide to spy further, forcing her to make her presence known.
"Noble!" she greeted brightly. "Do you intend to join us, or have you forsaken your dear sisters altogether?" As she spoke, her eyes looked over the young lady. Her brother was right in that she was, indeed, pretty, which made it all the more difficult for Clementine to keep herself in check.
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