flirt ; ron weasley

TWO

The next day as Wyatt walked down the Hogwarts corridors, the people who didn't know him well enough couldn't hide their looks of surprise. While the day earlier he had the pale blonde beauty on his arm, now he had a fair girl with curly orange hair on his arm. He was aware of how pretty she was but he didn't care for the soft look she constantly was wearing. Of course now that she was getting his craved attention, she was walking with a somewhat antsy look on her face. It was admittedly a better look than her worried one but it was still agitating him which was most likely the cause for his annoyed look.

Sure, the sweet girl was kind and pretty but she was also cold and harsh. She was two-faced and even though she was desperately attempting to hide this from him he knew. Celine herself had told him how she would constantly be telling everyone he was going to be hers and he would be taking her to the ball. The part that truly angered him was the fact she had told people that Fleur didn't belong in the tournament. He couldn't fathom how somebody was that cruel and outspoken but would act as a friend to his cousins face. However he was forcing himself to speak with her.

"Elouise, please. If you're going to try to ask me to the ball then maybe smile." He had girls in the running, sure, but this girl had come to him with high hopes of him just suddenly shedding his manipulative nature like snakeskin and become the perfect boyfriend. Which obviously wasn't going to happen because Wyatt was stuck in his ways. He didn't think he would let her even be a real friend, and that was saying something. (Wyatt loved friends after all.)

"Sorry, I just feel weird because you're Fleur's cousin." His eyes went dark, a mixture of annoyance and disappointment slipping on. She asked him if he would go to the dance and suddenly she was feeling odd? Unbelievable. The train of thought in his head was cut short due to her own sense of ignorance. He untangled their fingers and hid his anger with a half-smirk. Hiding things was his specialty after all. Was this some sort of ploy to 'entice' him? Foolish.

"Elouise, go get the Faucheux siblings. No need to stay when you obviously aren't committed to the cause." The words were a bit abrasive but he didn't truly think he cared. The girl's face fell and she nodded slowly, running away as if she was actually disappointed. He would've scoffed but then he would look insane, after all, he was now alone. He ran a hand through his hair, subtly messing it up a little before he took a seat on one of the many benches in the Courtyard.

Was he rude? That was the question that circled him from nearly everyone at the other two schools but very few would actually ask him. A few of the Durmstrang students would approach, usually asking him and pairing it with the kindest smile they could muster up. Of course, he did look so menacing with his pastel blue blazer unbuttoned at the top and a matching suit jacket laying next to him. The mere idea that people were actually intimidated by a bunch of teens in pastel uniforms was hilarious to him. All these thoughts made him realize that Hogwarts seemed quieter than Beauxbatons was. As he pondered about why he loved this silence so much, it was suddenly by his approaching two closest companions.

"Wyatt, what do ya need?" Sebastien asked, grinning as he approached. The boy seemed rather energetic and when the boy with unruly and curly brown hair looked up, he noticed that he looked like he had just woken up. Almost as if Celine had to grab him and force him to go out in public. Naturally, the said sister wasn't far to approach after her brother not so subtly pushing over Wyatt's jacket and sitting beside him.

"See you sent the brave little thing after us." Celine referenced to Elouise, something that was advertently annoying him. Her eyes were lit up and she grinned in a mock-menacing way, "Finally realized she wasn't worth it?"