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It had been three days since Eleanor had grieved her father in the common room, crying on Cedric's shoulder as she let all of her suppressed emotions out. A weight that had hung heavy had finally lifted from her shoulders, and she felt look she could breathe again. However, something still hung heavy in her conscience — her argument with Fred.
Eleanor didn't like to admit that she scared about his feelings, but it had suddenly dawned on her that maybe she wouldn't mind if Fred was someone who was a little closer to her. It had dawned on her, the night she spent talking about her feelings with Cedric, that maybe by letting Fred get closer to her, she wouldn't get hurt like she assumed she would. After putting up so many boundaries, it had become hard to distinguish who was genuine and who wasn't. She tried to stamp out the giddiness she felt as Fred being genuine.
Eleanor sipped her morning coffee slowly as she thought about this. Unbeknownst to her, Laurence had been watching her for the past minute, his eyebrow raised, as he observed Eleanor in her trance.
"Well, someone is deep in thought today," Laurence murmured to Alexander, a sly smile on his face.
Eleanor rolled her eyes. "You know I can hear you, Laurie," she stated, unimpressed. "I have ears."
"You don't seem to be using them," he replied. "Instead, you're all cooped up in that pretty brain of yours."
Cedric lazily flicked the Daily Prophet's page over. "Don't mind Laurie, Eleanor," he defended, giving a pointed to look towards Laurence. "He's too nosy for his own good."
"Even though everyone knows Eleanor is thinking about Fred," Alex noted, trying to be discreet.
"Alex!" she scolded, her dark eyes wide.
The brown haired boy let an innocent smile touch his lips and gave a gentle shrug. "I'm sorry, but it's so easy to tell," he replied. "You get that sweet look in your eye."
As Alex went to reply, Laurence had already cut him off. "The 'Oh, shit, I fancy him' look," he returned, his bright eyes gleaming. "And the 'I desperately want to apologise for our argument, but my incredibly large ego keeps getting in the way' look."
Begrudgingly, she took a sip from her coffee and tried to fight the urge to glance over at the Gryffindor table where Fred sat. Laurence had already caught Eleanor staring several times and she was beginning to feel uneasy under his watchful eyes. She couldn't resist. Slowly, Eleanor raised her gleaming eyes to the table of lions.
