❝What do you mean, you came for the food? ... why would we have snacks here?!❞
❝You were called the Death-EATERS, excuse me for jumping to conclusions!❞
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There was a fine line between brave and stupid and Georgie Humphreys took pride in crossing...
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Usually, at nights, Georgie's mind went into void mode, which was useful for sleeping and aimlessly walking to places but not so much for brainstorming. However, as she tucked herself into bed, an idea occurred to her: the problem to her Regulus conundrum. Whilst she had no doubts that the Lemon Meringue Pie wouldn't work, perhaps a more personal touch would improve things: she needed to approach him alone.
Over the next few days, she attempted to look out for him in the Great Hall at every meal but was surprised to see that he was always absent. She knew from the few times they'd passed in the corridors, that he did indeed have friends, many of whom ate at the same time as her. It seemed curious that he wouldn't join them unless of course, he chose to come either really early or really late ... perhaps he too needed quiet reflection time. If that was the case, it only increased their friendship as a priority in her mind, birds of a feather should stick together after all.
Fenwick seemed a little offended when she told him he needed to let her eat alone but after the situation was explained, he reluctantly left her to it - although he chose to sit at such an angle that she was visible the whole time. No spooky Slytherins were going to slip stuff into her bag under his watch.
For once, her predictions came true as Regulus came in late, deliberately sitting as far from the few stragglers as possible. It seemed she had good intuition when it came to the boy, only adding evidence to her conclusion that they really were more similar than realised before. Armed with chocolate milk and the Lemon Meringue pie, she made her way over to the Slytherin table, catching the attention of a few people as she firmly took a seat.
Her and Regulus were separated by a large vase of flowers (the result of their new Defence Against the Dark Art's teacher having a side hobby of floral arrangement) so she bent her head down low, peeking at him from below the beautiful bouquet.
"Hey," She grinned, "It's me!"
Regulus didn't look annoyed to see her but not particularly pleased either. His brow furrowed marginally as he suspiciously glanced around. Quickly, he recovered though, returning to the food, sitting upright and carefully cutting it into small pieces like a gentleman.
"You shouldn't be sitting here," His voice was so quiet, she would have mistaken it for breathing had she not been so focused.
"I think you'll change your mind once you see this," She gestured down towards the baked good on the table but was only met with silence.
His lack of response didn't faze her; actions spoke louder than words anyway. Slowly, she pushed the pie across the table, until it was aligned with his food.
"I brought you a pie ... Lemon Meringue Pie."
For a second, a brief glimmer of childlike happiness crossed his face, "I love Lemon Meringue Pie ..." quickly this faded though, making way for vague confusion, "Now, how did you know that, Georgie?"
