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GIDEON WAS DRIVING her mad. His incessant tapping of his foot against hers, paired with his snickering— meant she couldn't focus on reading her book no matter how hard she tried, and she was trying. Serves her right for inviting him to the library.
Perenelle wasn't necessarily annoyed about the book. Little Women, by a muggle named Louisa May Alcott was actually dampening her mood. It only made her think about her relationship with her own sisters, rather— a lack thereof with a specific one. Sod it.
"Do you mind?" She interrupted.
He had given up on his book not long after they had sat down, a random one he had plucked from a nearby shelf.
"Ferdinand Gespe's 'To Tame a Witch: a Wizard's Guide to Marital Obedience' isn't really tickling my fancy if I'm being honest" Gideon admitted, fighting a laugh as he patted the book on his lap.
Perenelle snorted, placing her bookmark in between the pages and closing Little Women. She should have expected this outcome when Gideon accepted her invitation— which really, was her running into him on the way to the library and him tagging along.
Certainly not their first impromptu hang out— she cringed every time she remembered him finding her after detention, but the first wholesome one nonetheless. Wholesome, but desperately in need of a change of scenery. It seemed they wouldn't bond over reading, Billy Joel though was now Perenelle's favourite muggle artist.
She had convinced Gideon and Fabian to show her ABBA earlier in the week— and she loved them, (the girls were so right!) but there was something about Billy Joel that had the few songs she had heard stuck in Perenelle's head on a now regular basis. She wasn't complaining.
Though the red head seemed to pop into her head on an almost regular basis now as well, and she might complain about that. She blamed Alice really— as now Perenelle found herself incredibly hyper aware. Maybe Gideon did flirt, he liked to call her pretty. But she couldn't simply base it off of that, he probably called loads of girls pretty, and she did occasionally catch him glance in the direction of other girls with a look in his eyes that made her cheeks turn scarlet.
He did other things with girls that made her blush... she had nearly forgotten about the night she had caught him with a blonde Hufflepuff during her prefect rounds— how mortifying. It made her question Alice's insinuations, as Perenelle looked absolutely nothing like the girls she had witnessed Gideon chase after.
It made her chest burn with the slightest hint of envy— not that she would ever admit that. It had nothing to do with Gideon personally, only her own inexperience. Perenelle knew she was taller, lankier— her breasts put together wouldn't even equal one of Vaudeline's, and maybe when she was younger it would have driven her mad, but she was usually fine with who she was.
Her uncle Benoit's second wife, Celia, once told her that she was a 'timeless beauty', whereas Vaudeline was a 'bombshell'— neither was better than the other, they were just different, both equally beautiful in different ways. So while she didn't take it personally— she couldn't help but stew over Alice's suggestions and her own observations. Gideon was just a flirty person, she was not. Or she thought she wasn't, she had never really been flirted with all that much.
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UPTOWN GIRL | Marauders Era
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