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Playfully, Vi reached out to nudge Feliks in the side. “Not jealous, are you? That Gabs keeps trying to get my attention from you?” Was he flirting slightly? Absolutely. Then he was laughing. “It could be the accent. Or maybe when I speak the occasional Italian or Spanish. Can’t imagine what’ll happen when I eventually speak French.” That was still in major progress as Papa Renner was teaching him but obviously lessons could not happen frequently when Vi was at Hogwarts. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re one of the most understanding persons I know. And I appreciate you giving Gabs something else to be distracted by, if it ever comes to that.” Though he suspected the girl wouldn’t be pleased at all when she realised Feliks had sent her on a wild goose chase.
Vi was pretty sure the entire school would think that he and the other guy were dating. It wouldn’t be factual though; he had always gently made it clear to Fel that his heart belonged to someone else. At the question, the Gryffindor glanced upwards. “I hope so. If not, we can always use some magic to cast some shelter over us.” By now, the pair had arrived at the boathouse. “Want to grab some oars and life jackets while I levitate one of the boats into the Lake?” |