Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter... least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend... second best, always, eternally overshadowed.
❝ oh, alright, it was for a little social experiment, ronnie; i know who you are. i think everyone does. ❞
( she gently releases large, calloused hands, giving a small squeeze before the blonde had finally let go. ravenclaws and gryffindors never had much of a riva- lry unlike what the lions have with the snakes. a soft chuckle escapes plush lips, and green eyes light up as the young girl stares up at him. goodness, his to- wering height overwhelmed rapunzel. their color pal- ette contrasted one another. innocence blossomed from the blonde, while dauntless emerged from him. )
❝ i’m really sorry for that. maybe we could take a walk, have a chat and see if fate and destiny brought us together, yeah? ❞
Yes, it was slight disappointment– if that were the correct word.
But ‘twas not unexpected.
The ginger gave her a smile, quite awkwardly cleared his throat and then waved her off.
"Thought so.“
Even so, what she said next still managed to catch him off guard. Ravenclaws were always odd, quite a few had a different way of thinking, she seemed to be no exception to that. A walk didn’t seem that hard, but for some reason his feet stayed planted in that spot; as though he had been cursed and his mobility removed. Swallowing, he gave her a nod to signal that he was up for her suggestion– trying not to think too clearly on the whole 'fate’ ordeal.
