If her brother had not made a thing of it, then that was good, then they had come a long way since her cousin had caught them in her library. They had barely known where they were going, then, and now - she was right, it felt so much closer to real. By the end of the year.
“Some level of affection,” he echoed eventually, teasingly, twining his fingers between hers and trying not to laugh. “Noted. I think I can manage that.” He did chuckle slightly, and as it faded back to a grin, let out a sigh that was more in anticipation than anything.
“Can manage all of that, I think,” Tyb added, jerking his head to mean ‘the whole strategy, the world cup reconnection’, the details to a minimum. “Sounds simple enough.” Hopefully her mother would not have too many questions or judgements about anything else - his career, the quidditch, his finances now, the future - and the affection would be enough for her. Elsie had already turned down one proposal, after all. It had to be enough.
“‘Just think’,” he quoted, pitching a little closer to nudge her and shaking his head as if to say please, you have no idea. “You say that as if it isn’t the only thing on my mind every minute of my life,” Tyb declared, wide-eyed and only exaggerating a little. They had maybe cheated a little in the long-term, but still: crumbs, compared to what it would be like later, when they were married and actually living together. He was practically a master of delayed gratification by now.
“Some level of affection,” he echoed eventually, teasingly, twining his fingers between hers and trying not to laugh. “Noted. I think I can manage that.” He did chuckle slightly, and as it faded back to a grin, let out a sigh that was more in anticipation than anything.
“Can manage all of that, I think,” Tyb added, jerking his head to mean ‘the whole strategy, the world cup reconnection’, the details to a minimum. “Sounds simple enough.” Hopefully her mother would not have too many questions or judgements about anything else - his career, the quidditch, his finances now, the future - and the affection would be enough for her. Elsie had already turned down one proposal, after all. It had to be enough.
“‘Just think’,” he quoted, pitching a little closer to nudge her and shaking his head as if to say please, you have no idea. “You say that as if it isn’t the only thing on my mind every minute of my life,” Tyb declared, wide-eyed and only exaggerating a little. They had maybe cheated a little in the long-term, but still: crumbs, compared to what it would be like later, when they were married and actually living together. He was practically a master of delayed gratification by now.
