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𝕾carlette grinned at the sight of the veela sat by her vanity in her dorm, glittering the side of her face in gold sparkles. Her reasoning behind it being, gold for Gryffindor because it's one of their colours, and also it's yellow enough to support Hufflepuffs at the same time, therefore she was supporting her house team and her friends. She really thought this through. Whereas Scarlette wore no hint of colour for either houses, quite deliberately if she admitted it truthfully.
"Are you sure you don't want some glitter, Scar or should I say Starlette?" I teased, looking at the girl through the mirror, her eyes rolling playfully, shaking her head. No. Do you know why? If she shows no support for Gryffindor, a certain someone will make them wear their jersey. She's cunning, i'll give her that.
"I think you should shut the fuck up, Mrs Moony" She said sweetly, tilting her head to the side with a sickly smile on her face, a snort leaving my lips, turning around to face her, pushing down the butterflies in my stomach at the thought of the mousy haired boy,
"We're not together, Scar" I reminded her, pulling my high top converse onto my feet, lacing them up as she scoffed playfully, retorting,
"Right, but you just cuddle and nap together now? If only that's what couples did......"
"I think you should shut the fuck up, Mrs Padfoot" I mocked her, with a grin, a chuckle escaping her lips, twirling a piece of her curled brown hair around her finger before standing up, picking up our bag with all of our favourite drinks and snacks like usual, before we made our way to the great hall before the match, a steaming cup of lemon tea on my mind.
"It looks beautiful" She muttered distastefully as we approached the great hall, finding a sea of red and yellow in support of both houses, her nose wrinkling up at the odd colour combination, "They should have done Slytherin and Gryffindor against Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, it would have looked nicer"
"Is that your lessons in ball prep and decorating coming into practice from mumsie Lestrange?" I teased, nudging her in the side, a snicker leaving her lips, nodding her head before we began our way towards the Gryffindor table where the group was all sat.
"Where the fuck is your red?" Sirius asks immediately when we glided into our seats at the same time, his eyes focused on Scarlette, my lips twitching knowing this wad her plan all along. She's sly and she's cunning, she's Scarlette Lestrange and she knows what she wants and how to get it.
"I didn't realise I had to wear any" She shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes narrowing at her comment, his left eye twitching before he muttered,
"I'm the beater, you should be supporting me"
"Well it's too late now, isn't it? I'm not going all the way back to the dungeons" She told him, popping a strawberry into her mouth, holding her lips around the fruit, his eyes travelling down, visibly gulping before looking back to her chocolatey eyes. He immediately raised his arms, pulling off his jersey, holding it in his hands, ordering,
