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Calliope silently gloated for a moment longer, watching Maddox's stiff posture and the way he refused to even glance in her direction. It wasn't that foreign a situation since she'd seen it with plenty of people when they couldn't handle her teasing - especially on the pitch - but for some reason, this time felt different and it might have something to do with the blush still radiating off his ears like a set of freshly laid ashwinder eggs. Her lips twitched, the satisfaction she’d felt a moment ago shifting into something more complicated and definitely not the vibe. She stood up, her legs stiff from crouching, but instead of heading straight for the exit, she watched him wrestle those nonsense cards in his hands like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed so... unsettled, or maybe it was the weird pang of guilt that hit her chest and was decidedly not a fan.
Calliope drummed lightly on her own rosy cheeks a couple times - pa papa pa - trying to shake off the twinge of regret, but it was hard to ignore. "I do," she said, trying to brush off the awkwardness that had settled between them. She turned her back to him, making her way toward the exit of the courtyard. "And it’ll make me feel like I’m doing something worthwhile and not like I bit into a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean and got vomit when I was expecting something good," she added, her voice a little softer than usual but with a bitter bite to it.
She didn’t say anything more, but the small part of her wanted to stay. To say something. To apologize, maybe? Instead, she just nodded to herself, her expression going back to neutral as her fists closed at her sides for a beat before she began to jog away, the familiar path ahead of her on the castle grounds beckoning.
It really was all those stupid cards' fault, them and all their subtlety of a Bludger to the face. She had just been doing a service in humoring him and the bloody things, allowing her curiosity to be playful for a hot minute that carried over until ... whatever ... didn't matter now since Maddox was acting like she’d just hexed him into oblivion.
Whatever. What-ev-er.
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