 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Dhruv had returned Amelia’s greeting with a smile; not a small one but their usual one. Yes, they were doing their best not to have a pity party for themself. “Hello, Norman.” They caught the look but did not react to it; they were trying their best not to make this a pity party. “I’ll keep that in mind, Wilbur,’’ Dhruv remarked, grateful for the reminder. Then they hurriedly carried on the conversation to a happier topic. “Sugar cookies are perfect! However, I’m leaning towards apple tart dusted generously in powdered sugar.” Yes, Dhruv was particularly craving this.
When Wilbur stood up to dive into the speech, the DADA professor paid rapt attention as they always did. There was, as usual, enthusiastic applause for the winning House and for the graduating class. Then, soon after, it was time to tuck into the fine Feast the dear old Elves had prepared. |