 Wowza!
Poor thing? Snooort. "No, not poor. I'm sure it's that blonde girlfriend of his. I'm sure that's why he's sick." Actually, the reason why he was sick was because of his asthma, but that was beside the point - no need to inform Evolette of this. Or . . . maybe there was. That giggle told Willow that much. "Did you he has asthma? And Branimir wet his bed til he was twelve." There. Evolette could drop the giggling and fangirling over her brothers now; surely that would be a turn off? Wait, she'd forgotten Paul. Paul. Was there anything embarrassing to say about Paul? Hmmmm.
. . .
That idiot. He was bloody perfect.
Still thinking about anything that could possibly make Paul less attractive in Evolette's eyes (the fact that he was married and with a child, maybe?) Willow scarcely heard when the Slytherin stated that Patrick was not Patrick Morgan's name. "Who's Plymouth?" Blink, blink, blink. "Ah, never mind." It didn't matter, really, for Plymouth was a boy's name and Willow did not care much for males.
"Let me see if I got it, Evolette Mckenna," Started Willow after the girl's little rant, "You are going on a date with Pierre Morgan? The boy who says 'HEHE' and makes you giggle?" Marvelous.
She was going to be stuck with giggly Evolette until her friend decided that Pedro was no longer fun.
Life was unfair.
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