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Lockhartian 
He knew Arya loved creatures, but he never gave it any thought as to what she'll be doing after Hogwarts. The boy was clearly too busy thinking about his future, which was now...back to where he started. Thanks Hadley, for making us think of the present.
One nod. Or what looked like one, since he was already laying on the ground.
"It's no one's fault, Arya," because he wanted to tell her since before they left the Castle, but he knew that Arya wouldn't go running if he did. This way was better. And it was so obvious that she was going to agree with him, because he was totally right about that, "I know, she doesn't think so, though," because she'd given him a hard time about it. It was completely unnecessary.
An eyebrow was raised on his behalf, but he doubted Arya could see that, "I suppose they were nicer, but not on purpose, I just picked out whatever I thought appropriate for the weather, Arya," he was getting sliiiightly annoyed at the 'clothing' topic. They were just clothes. If Gilderoy could her him, he'd be so disappointed.
He laughed, loudly, before being able to answer her question, "Well, I told her that it was like...on a date...when I asked her to come with me," oh, but wait, "That counts as one, right?" because he'd been perfectly clear when he asked. He did rephrase like two or three times. But the last one was the 'on a date' question, so, yeah, he supposed it was official.
No one's fault.
"I agree. No one is to blame." And everyone suffered. Her more than them, though it was an unknowing suffering. A happy unknowing suffering up until the time she'd woke up to go running with him. Now that she was all splayed out on her belly though, it wasn't so bad.
"You should tell her. All the time until she concedes." That's what guys were supposed to do, right? Tell you how beautiful you were everyday? At least the one you liked lots.
She didn't need to hear that daily from Treyen, and she didn't want her distraction telling it to anyone else. Ever.
Hair was in her face. Slightly damp strands sticking to her forehead, keeping her fingers busy as he spoke, but she was listening.
"Maybe... you should show me what your wearing next time, before you leave so I can approve." Not that she'd expected him to listen or anything, but she needed visuals. Cause with Ellie, it
mattered.
"If she didn't amend the statement, then it was official I think." Because surely Ellie would have caught that word and changed it if she didn't want to go on a date with him. But what did she KNOW?
"It totally counts."