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Yet another eye roll from Vera did not go unnoticed. Neither did the silence that followed after. Was that a sign of defeat, an acknowledgment that he was right about the whole scarf thing? A slight smirk appeared on his face. He'd take the sudden silence as a win for him.
The entire complimentary colours thing was getting old. To him, it seemed like a bunch of mumbo jumbo. The blond nodded when Vasco spoke, agreeing with his mate's comment. When did Vera become an expert on colour pairings and all of a sudden care about it? "Matching colours with your eyes is stupid. What matters is looking cool and liking what you're wearing."
With that said, the brown shirt had been set to the side. The comment about girls liking eyes and his not being terrible was ... interesting. Vera's words lingered in his head while he, pretending not to have heard, returned his attention to the mirror and started fiddling with his hair. An eyebrow rose when a Veela tapestry was mentioned. Fingers continued to run through his hair as he tried to remember if there even was one at Hogwarts. The fact he couldn't recall clearly meant there wasn't; one could not simply forget such a thing.
A shimmer in the mirror's reflection brought him out of his thoughts. He took note that Vera was now holding a silver dress and Vasco was wearing his feelings on his sleeve. Logan at this point was waiting for Vera to skedaddle off to a dressing room so he could suggest that they make a run for it. But the idea was fleeting as the twirling had been brought up.
One last strand of hair was moved as he quickly thought of how to respond. Maybe he did like it. Maybe he didn't. How he felt about that would be kept to himself, thank you very much. Turning so his back was to the mirror, he stated, "Nah. Just curious about how many twirls it'll take for you to get so dizzy that you fall on your face."
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