Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

Edric tried his best not to show it, keeping on one of those emotionless expressions of his, but he grew more and more agitated with each little fact Ella confessed. Ella spilled her feelings out - completely exposing herself, which honestly takes a lot of guts in itself - and this stupid Harvey kid just ignored it? Didn't even acknowledge what she'd said, just acted like it had never happened? Even saying, 'I'm sorry but I don't like you that way' would've been more courteous. At least then Ella would've had a response. But leaving her hanging like that… that was just cruel.

And it only got worse.
Apparently this kid DID know Ella well after all. Deep down, Edric had actually hoped it had been the opposite way. He'd kinda hoped that Harvey hadn't known Ella very well, and so then there'd be a good, logical reason why he wouldn't return her feelings. However, that wasn't the case. He knew perfectly well the kind of person the little Hufflepuff was. So then… why on earth would he be such a jerk?!

Edric remained quiet for a few long moments as he thought about all of this. Despite his ogre ways, he had made an effort to think of some reason to justify Harvey's behaviour. But the Ravenclaw boy had no redeeming qualities.

"You may not realize it, but you deserve better than that, Ells," said Edric, who began to grow from irritated to concerned. "I know you have a bad habit of bringing yourself down, but you've gotta remember to see the good things about yourself too. You're smart, funny, pretty, too nice for your own good. If that boy failed to see that, then it's his loss. You didn't lose anything. You still get to be smart, funny and pretty." Because seriously. As much as Edric loved to troll and pick on his fairy godchild, he knew that at times the girl needed to hear some nice things, or else she would grow up thinking she had as much worth as dog food. And that was as far from the truth as she could get. To Edric, Ella was worth more than all the gold in the world.

When Ella confessed that she knew Edric would ruffle her hair again, the boy rolled his eyes. Fiiine. So perhaps he'd become a little predictable and easy to read by now. And then the girl was asking him not to disappear so much, that she missed him sometimes. At this, the boy raised his eyebrows in surprise. No one - besides his overly-affectionate mother - had ever really told him he was missed. He was used to having no impact on people. Though that was probably because he avoided them like the plague.

"I'll try to be around as often as I can," the boy promised as Ella nudged him. "But you have to promise to stop growing up already. I feel like I'm going to wake up tomorrow and you're going to be celebrating your 58th birthday. I'm supposed to be the old one here, remember?"