"Excuse me, but it's time to move on, mate."
"You're not her type, mate." He waved the man off eliciting a pout from Lavender. He was still cute, though and Lavender could work with cute unless he opened his mouth and said something that made her recoil in disgust and 99% of the time that was the case.
Theo was either the World’s Biggest Cockblocker or her Savior, only time would tell.
"And how would you know what my type is?"
"I pay attention."
"You hardly know me."
"You're a hopeless romantic, but you'd never settle and thank Circe for that or you'd be married to a Weasley and popping out a bunch of ugly red-haired pups," he shuttered. "Glad you outgrew that phase."
Ginny?”
I spun on the rickety stool to face who was speaking, eyes scanning him up and down in the underwhelming light with quick interest. He was dressed in a crisp, white button down and navy blue slacks. His notable dirty blond hair was in a disheveled mess as if he'd gotten attacked by a swarm of bees. A matching colored beared was neatly groomed around his jawline and I wondered what it might be like to feel it against my chin. He was surely handsome in a devil may care kind of way, but when he stepped closer, now able to fully make out his face, I realized who he actually was and it wasn't Richard.
”Neville?”
a late #wipwednesday post featuring two works I’m very proud of
#thavender #ginville #hprarepairs