Poppy couldn’t help but shrink back in her seat a touch at the look that crossed Atticus’ face. She knew he’d be angry; she’d known the minute she picked up her quill to write to Witch Weekly. She just hadn’t expected him to look quite so frustrated with her. It wasn’t a new look for Poppy though, not really. She frustrated and irritated Atticus as much as the next person. He wasn’t just her favorite cousin because he indulged her every whim. He made her a better person, he cared for and looked after her. But even Atticus had his limits and if saving her from making a drunken idiot out of herself over New Years had garnered the look, well this certainly would too. Lifting her chin a touch, Poppy sipped her tea and tried to keep her hands from trembling noticeably. She was a little surprised at his first response, though she didn’t show it. Instead, she just shook her head gingerly. No. This had been her sole priority. Basil was a lost cause. Poppy looked down again at his expression of ‘lacking amusement.’ She knew he was… irritated, angry, probably all of the above. But she’d done it for his own good! A little help, a little shove in the right direction never hurt anyone! Trying to decide if she wanted to argue with him about it here, or just continue to wallow in self-pity, Poppy was surprised then as Atticus seemed to suddenly acquiesce. She frowned at him, decidedly.
“Well I wouldn’t want you to be put out on my account,” she said then, flatly. It was rude, and uncalled for, especially considering how understanding Atticus was being about - well - everything. Poppy dropped her gaze then and set her tea cup aside. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Hazel hues flickered up to meet brown. “I appreciate your indulgence, but I really do think one of them might be a good match for you! Don’t you trust me to know you, at all?”
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