Dinner at Giantto's
Oh, Parvati is going to kill me. She is going to give me the tongue lashing of my life. I can just hear it now. "A Slytherin?! Padma, I thought you were suppose to be smart!" And things much worse than that. I can't help that it was nice. Oh, Merlin, was it nice! To be able to talk to someone without worrying that I'm speaking over them. To say something and not have the response be a blank, dead-eyed look.
Should it really matter that he's a former Slytherin? I think not. We're past school. We're past House boundaries. There aren't any points to be tallied, any House Cups to be won. No more tables to seperate us, no more blues, and greens, and reds, and yellows.
We're just people.
Just two people getting to know each other.
That's all.
Right?
Should it really matter that he's a former Slytherin? I think not. We're past school. We're past House boundaries. There aren't any points to be tallied, any House Cups to be won. No more tables to seperate us, no more blues, and greens, and reds, and yellows.
We're just people.
Just two people getting to know each other.
That's all.
Right?