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THREE traitor
"I hate you," Capella muttered as Tom led her to the Great Hall.
"Let's save the loathing for later, hm?" He replied under his breath, sliding onto the bench next to Annalise Thornwall, who sent an adoring look his way. Capella begrudgingly squeezed herself next to him and Abraxas, shooting the latter a glance.
"El, you okay?" Abraxas asked, nudging her with his shoulder. "Cooled down a bit yet?"
She sighed, reaching over to grab his hand. "Sorry about earlier. I'm mostly okay now, it's just that I have to deal with this asshole," she shot a look at Tom, who smirked into his plate, "tonight, like every single goddamn night, and I don't want to."
Abraxas grinned. "Tough gig, being head girl, innit?"
"Tell me about it."
Her friend snatched a few items from the feast in front of them and loaded them onto her plate. "You're eating tonight, by the way. I don't care if you're 'not hungry'--El, don't give me that look--you need to eat. You haven't been to dinner at all this week, and as much as I know you dislike that asshole, he actually got you to come to dinner, so thanks, Riddle."
Tom lifted his hand in acknowledgement. Capella scowled.
"Fine," she said, pulling her hand away and grabbing a fork. "But-"
"Uh uh," Abraxas said, cutting her off. "You're coming to breakfast too. It's not healthy to starve yourself, love."
"He's right, you know," their classmate, Aurélien Lestrange, said, winking at Capella. She rolled her eyes. "It's not. And besides, we miss you and your pretty face at dinner."
"I agree," said Olive Hornby, who sat next to Aurélien. He nudged her discreetly, and she smacked him on the arm. "So does Cade."
"Mhm," vocalised Cade, sipping his butterbeer. "I agree with Brax, at least. No offence, but I didn't really miss your face. That would be a bit weird."
"Well thank you, Cade," Capella chuckled, "but you are all not very helpful. I'm trying to lose weight, and eating is not going to help that."
"Uh, yeah, you'll lose weight, but not in a good way, love."
"Mm-kay."
Her friends scoffed, simultaneously going back to their dinner.
"Well at least Annalise agrees with me. Don't you, Annalise?"
"What?" Annalise asked, her mouth full of food. The others snickered.
"Just say yes."
"Yes?"
"See?" Capella said, turning back to her friends. "And she's a real one for that."
"For the record," Tom cut in, waving his fork, "I'll side with you, Capella, but only because I don't care whether you hurt yourself or not."
