 CB, Pi + pair announcemennnnnt ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
From his seat/football on the floor, Lincoln looked up at the voice producing his name and shrugged. T'was one of those twins they'd met in the pet place the one time. Pi's friend. CB. "I think you'll find that I'm the better half, but if you're talking about Pietra, then she'll be here in a little moment." He didn't doubt she'd be here soon enough. She turned up when ever someone needed her around, she was one of those people.
And she definitely was his better half.
Much better. Had anyone seen her eyes properly?
Beaut.
Raising an eyebrow at CB, Linc pointed out his short blonde "better half" heading their way and outstretched a hand for Pietra. Only just to squeeze it for a moment. He assumed they'd get in a little bit of trouble if he sat here holding her hand and kissing her cheek. Trouble wasn't his plan for now. "Petal, you're looking pretty today." Almost as if he hadn't seen her already today. He had. Multiple times. But they'd been apart for when he was outside with his football. Lincoln needed his man time.
His attention was caught by their "House Honcho's" and their talky talky stuff. Attention, being that he listened a little bit and strummed his fingers on the football beneath him. Lincoln missed his piano. It was fine to go to the Room of Requirement to play there, but he missed his piano and how he knew perfectly which keys were on their way out and that he needed to avoid, and he knew exactly which leg on his stool was loose and leaning slightly too far to the right would cause absolute catastrophe.
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FIRST?
First?
Had they never heard of 'first the worst, second the best'? Did they want to take that back and take away the eternal doom they had just bestowed on him? Of course not. They were perfectly fine. Who even was Gabriel Banner? Did he play football? He? She? They? Gabriel was a boys name, yes? Picture please. Personality profile. Life history. Penalty shoot out!
The sixth year didn't show any of his thoughts on his expression, and instead just pushed at his hair, shook his head and shrugged. No big deal here. S'up, whoever you are. Was he supposed to stand up and bind himself to this person now or something? This had been a bad idea. "At least you haven't got to worry about me snogging whoever they are, Pi." Hehehe. A joke. See. He was fine.
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