 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Maybe not when she was young but as an adult, Dhruv confidently bestowed Apollonia with the ‘fashionista’ title. They themself had not a negative thing to say about her choice in clothing, type or colour. One should live their life loudly, proudly and unapologetically, after all. Dhruv laughed humorously as she pretended to wipe a bit of the robe clean. “Always, in Hogwarts and life in general,’’ they responded, nodding with one hundred percent agreement.
It was not them alone who hadn’t figured out the joke from Wilber. The DADA professor, however, managed to grasp the humour rather quickly. They laughed. “It would explain why I’m usually itching to wear mine during my lesson.” They lapsed into silence for a bit, listening to the chatter just before the speech was given. There wasn’t actually any surprise on their part that there were a few juggling puns thrown into the mix. Dhruv allowed themself to grin at the realisation.
“I think I’ll have a cookie or two for my dessert,’’ they conversationally relayed to Wilber. “Save me a few.” That was a joke, of course; they weren’t insinuating that the Headmaster would eat them all. Dhruv then tucked into his plateful of food. They hadn’t understood just how hungry they were until the aromas of the various foods hit them. |