Poppy had every intention if lighting Olixander Blackwood on fire the next time she laid eyes on him. The slight brunette was still positively fuming at the very thought of anyone accosting her dearest, closest friend! She was about to threaten him again, this time with more aplomb, until Juniper finally managed to get a word in edgewise. Startled, Poppy sat back a touch in her seat. It wasn’t Blackwood? Then it couldn’t have been recent, the brunette mused. At the confirmation that this tryst had occurred long before and Poppy was only just now hearing of it, the brunette wondered what to think. She didn’t blame June in the slightest for wanting to keep this secret close to her chest. Poppy herself had kept only a simply kiss to herself for months! Still, she was the tiniest bit hurt that Juniper hadn’t trusted her until now; though - to be trusted at all was such an honor that Poppy immediately set her hurt and selfishness aside. She nodded quickly and returned the embrace June offered and gave her a tight squeeze.
“Of course,” she replied into June’s soft head of curls. “And thank you, for trusting me,” she added sheepishly, pulling away. “You must think me silly for being so worked up by a mere kiss now.” Poppy felt a warmth bloom across her face again and she tucked a loose curl behind her ear. The Ravenclaw was dying to know more about Juniper's mystery man, but she refrained from asking anything more. June was right - this very public arrangement class was neither the time nor the place to discuss it. Instead, she reached forward and gave June's hand a small, reassuring squeeze. Whatever their follies, whatever their adventures, they were always in it together. And June could certainly trust her in that.
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