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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie 
Diamond barely shifted when the bell above Fortescue’s door jingled again—just another hungry body in search of sugar and a seat coming or going. But the sing-songy 'DIAMOND!' that followed drew one perfectly arched brow skyward, sunglasses tipping just slightly down her nose as she glanced up. Yes, that was her name and no, don't you dare EVER wear it out.
She was sorely disappointed to see that the voice did not belong to either of her hallway honeys or a sophisticated recruit agent. She would have even accepted some higher up in the Gobstones circuit. Instead, what she actually got, was a common ankle biter that the seventh year didn't technically ignore but she certainly hadn't committed to memory either. She was fairly confident that this girl and her shared the same house and she had some recollection or another of passing her in the Gryffindor common room―maybe signing a napkin over breakfast once or twice. This was the same knee gremlin who often had their hair in complete rebellion and jam on her sleeve, right? Or was Diamond confusing her with some Ravenfluff?
In any case, Diamond’s chin tilted slightly, the movement lazy and amused, buying herself some time to pull a name from her memory. This really would be so much easier if the Lollipop Guild bothered being interesting. "Rachel, isn’t it?" she said, voice smooth like melted caramel, though her brow stayed lofted while she took a delicate spoonful of her almost ice cream soup, unhurried, gaze flicking to the way the girl had plopped down across from her like they’d made plans. Bold. Cute. Mildly annoying. "Ice cream goddess is a new one. I might keep that. Though most people ask before sliding into the royal table."
She adjusted her notebook slightly, more for effect than need, and let the young girl's questions hang for a beat. Then, Diamond leaned in just a fraction—not enough to imply true intimacy (wait...was her name Diana? Mildred was coming to mind but as if she would mutter that monstrosity aloud) but enough to look like she might be about to drop something juicy. "The goss?" she echoed, tone dry, teasing. “Girl, the only thing that cried today was Ireland’s defense. Two hundred to nothing." Another slow bite. Another glance over her sunglasses. "But if you’re good, very good, I might tell you which player got caught scribbling love notes on their broom handle mid-match. Fraternizing with the enemy over something a lot more exciting than quidditch balls." She tapped a manicured nail on her sunglasses' rim. "There’s levels to this, Rach―di―ana." That totally wasn't the name. Oh well. "And I don't hand out spoilers for free."
She didn’t quite say 'run along, baby crumbcatcher,' but the implication shimmered just beneath her smile.
Ariel didn't even blink when Diamond called her Rachel. Or Diana. Or whatever that weird fusion was supposed to be. Instead, she casually wiped a smear of melting ice cream off her wrist with the air of someone far too seasoned to be rattled by a misfire like that.
"First of all," the ginger said, tone light and breezy and entirely unbothered, "it's Ariel. You know, like the Little Mermaid, but with better hair and without the fishy smell." She punctuated the statement with a neat lick of her lemondrop ice cream, as if to demonstrate she had allllll the time in the world. Which she did.
"You're totally keeping 'Ice Cream Goddess' now," she added, twirling her cone in a lazy, artful arc before waggling it in Diamond's direction like a scepter. "Branding is everything. I could draw you a logo. It'd be, like, you on a cloud throne, holding a sundae the size of a Hippogriff egg. And obviously there would be sparkles. Maybe a glitter moat. Definitely a dramatic banner." She continued, flashing an innocent wide smile. "And, for the record, nobody asks to sit at the queen's court. They get summoned. I'm just ahead of the curve."
When the older girl didn't immediately swat her off like a particularly persistent Pixie, Ariel settled in even deeper. She practically buzzed with eagerness, kicking her heels lightly against the chair legs in a jittery, happy rhythm.
"And duh, I'm good. I'm excellent. I'm elite-level gossip sponge material," she declared, throwing an invisible glitter bomb in the air with her free hand. "Soooo... c'mon, Ice Cream Goddess. Bestow your wisdom upon a mere mortal such as myself. Who was doodling love sonnets? Was it someone hot? As payment for the pipping hot tea, I'll have that masterpiece of a logo ready to hand over at the Start-of-Term Feast."
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