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Of course, there was the immediate urge to argue. Because, no, she was most definitely not good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. But Marina had a point. And Cat wasn’t usually one to disagree when someone was objectively correct.
Surviving Hogwarts was a low bar, admittedly, but it was apparently not the lowest bar.
She naturally mimicked her friend’s frown as she contemplated her words. With a soft sigh, Cat pulled her other knee up toward her chest and wrapped her arms loosely around her shins. She wanted to believe what Marina was saying. She was fairly certain that her friend wouldn’t lie to her just to make her feel better. But somehow, trying really hard and failing to catch up were a bit synonymous for her. She wasn’t sure how to untangle them.
Or how to untangle all the related feelings. Which was why it was easier to let herself get so engrossed in her textbook that she forgot to eat. Or rather, at the present moment, become so interested in her hot chocolate (which she too added exorbitant amounts of whipped cream to) that she didn’t have to look Marina in the eye. “You forgot Transfiguration,” she said pleasantly. It was a joke, but only a half-joke.
“Also,” she said, pausing for dramatic effect and to sip her hot chocolate, “there’s no way I’ll ever be good at Quidditch. So you can always have that one.” She chanced some eye contact, smiling just a bit. “But I hear you. I also think that you have a huge personality outside of Quidditch and chaos. Which-” another pause for dramatic effect, and a very knowing look, “brings us back to you, I think.” Please. “How’s the emotional stability looking?”
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