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sweetpinkpixie · 04-12-2026, 02:44 AM

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Originally Posted by Kimothy

As Nikita was about to leave her spot right in front of the café and to settle with ordering a latte, some thinky part of her mind made her reconsider. What if she got a cappuccino instead? Less milk than a latte, so she could really taste (and judge) the quality. Or perhaps the plainest of all - an espresso. But even that was risky. Any off taste and Nikita would not be so forgiving.

She was more decisive than this. Surely. It's just coffee. Except if it disappointed her, then her only other alternative was the Leaky Cauldron, and even the former Ravenclaw knew that place did not suit her.

This was an even more glaring sign that she needed caffeine in her system.

Here came a photograph that settled just beside her heeled feet, effectively disrupting her train of thought. Nikita looked down to meet the two-dimensional eyes of a Quidditch player, who happened to be... flashing a smile at her? And was he winking at her, too, or did her brain make that up as well? Either way, it brought the slightest of pinks to her cheeks. (Embarrassing. It was a mere photograph, Nikita.) But she did bend down gently and carefully - skirt safety - to pick it up and, just as she tilted her head sidewards, she deduced that the photograph belonged to the girl over there.

She was familiar. Nikita, ever the introvert, spent her four terms in Hogwarts mostly tucked in corners. A wallflower, who took pleasure in observing the world around her, did not forget faces, especially of those who seemed to have been naturally born into the spotlight. (Could never be Nikita!) "Yours, I assume?" Nikita lifted the photograph to show and confirm.

...Was it obvious that she was trying hard not to look at said photograph again?

She closed the remaining distance, her gaze flicking from the photograph to the girl holding it, then back again. There was something vaguely familiar about her and Diamond, who prided herself on never forgetting a face, found the lapse of recollection almost offensive. Still, if the girl could not be placed instantly, c'est la vie. Clearly, Diamond's mind was occupied with matters of far greater consequence.

"Yes," she said smoothly, extending her hand without hesitation. "Mine."

Her fingers closed around the moving photograph, but her attention had already shifted to the faint flush blooming across the girl's cheeks and she just barely managed to contain her eyeroll.

"Yeah," she added lightly, the edge uncontained now. "He tends to have that effect... right up until you realize he collects admirers faster than Snitches and with about as much discernment as an Erumpent in a glass shop."

Very erumpent energy in general, actually. The adjective, not merely the beast... though the name was suddenly painfully apt once her attention settled on it. All that surface-level charm erupting outward with reckless abandon, utterly indifferent to whatever it trampled in the process. Delightful, in its way, and excellent for content... but she supposed she could indulge in a touch of civic virtue. After all, sparing the world one fewer casualty hardly required her to break a sweat.

"Trust me. You're not missing out on anything except a headache and a very predictable headline."

Probably one that she wrote, for that matter.

"Thanks."

And with that, she pivoted cleanly on her heel, already moving back toward her table.

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