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And maybe he was stupid for considering her thoughts stupid, hmmm? HMMM? Hypothetical intrigue and speculation aside, there would be plenty to warm this allegedly innocent individual that this petite blonde was a firecracker that you most certainly did not want going off in your hand. So maybe...just MAYBE he ought to stop testing her!!
Also, for the record, it was really annoying to have someone dishing back what you were dishing out. "I DO. Thank you for noticing," she retorted in a tone that may as well have been her blowing an actual raspberry. "I mean...with THAT logic you could claim any other day in Diagon Alley an alumni event. Just because of the close proximity to Hogwarts and you lot getting special vouchers doesn't mean that this whole shebang is an alumni event." This really was not anything worth arguing over (because, honestly, who actually cared?) and yet there would be no white flag waved on her side of the verbal tussle. "There is nothing on any poster or whatever that claims this is an alumni event so I think you are just trying to assign a value that isn't technically there." So if he wanted to pretend it was an alumni event then he was entitled to his wrong opinion.
And speaking of misguided opinions, Chester now had her stunned and with her mouth opening and closing as the spotlight was thrust upon her own bias. It was HARDLY her fault that she had been conditioned to think such things though, the people back home here in the UK often speaking of her peers in France as snooty selfish sorts and then when she was back in France she was isolated because of a tedious language barrier that she could never quite clear and THEREFORE two homes felt like no homes at all and she adrift somewhere in the middle. "What? No. Obviously no," she huffed, the adolescent habit to stomp her foot in additional protest. Why would she want to do a silly thing like that? But also he needed to just shut up and stop poking holes in her wet paper walled logic. "Your smirk is exasperating," she grumbled under her breath, eyes cast to the grass that hugged the toes of her silvery boots, while her daughter took advantage of Chester's allegedly kind gesture and grabbed one of the Victoria Sponges to gobble up.
"You could still be a gentleman and say it anyway," Mavis pointed out, the sudden silence that followed her daughter stuffing her face with cake (unbeknownst to Mavis) creating a sort of ringing in her ears. It was as though they had to make up for the deafening silence that was a public place sans a shrieking child. When the chance was presented to her, Mavis snatched the cookie right out of his hand and immediately turned to offer it to Andrea...who had already seemed to have mellowed out. It may be time for Mavis to pitch a bit if he was smirking even bigger right now. "Say thank you to Chester for the cookie," she instructed while handing it over to her daughter, a daughter whose hands had some suspicious clumps of frosting or cream splashed about her palm. The 5-year-old, absolutely over the moon for yet another sweet, took the cookie and then sat down on a nearby picnic blanket to eat it and watch as the Hogwarts frog choir performed. "There was a thank you...in there somewhere," she insisted as her attention slowly swinged back to him. "You just didn't hear it."
The calm, if one could call it a calm, that now settled over the scene had the aspiring actress feeling rather exhausted. It was one of those moments where she did not realize just how exhausted she was until she was already in it...and hello, here she was. "Merci beaucoup," she said in an actual calm tone for once. Yes, she was capable of it - was that really so shocking? She even added a little saccharine curtsey. "It has been a pleasure making your acquaintance."
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