the wrong one (tia)

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SEVENTH YEAR 2022/2023 The game between Edrik’s own team: Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was one anticipated match. A match Edrik feared for with the introduction of the new captain Tamara Finch. From what the Krum boy had heard she was a sneaky but skilful captain as well as a talented chaser. That didn’t matter to him though; with his divine skills in his position of the keeper – he had no fear of Gryffindor losing to Hufflepuff. And somehow, he was lucky. On the day of the match, the game was strangely postponed for reasons no one knew of. While angry at the time; it gave Edrik the advantage he needed – boosting the practices and ideas he had for the match with the rest of his team mates. Training almost every day felt like a blur and with a new date in place Edrik felt confident. Although, for most of the days Gryffindor would be training, Hufflepuff’s training was before their own. A few times, the Krum noticed that the other team’s training would lay over into Gryffindor’s time, ripping their chances away to practice intensely for an extended amount of time. The first time it happened Edrik brushed it aside…Along with the second, third and fourth time because Tamara’s apologetic smile was just so pretty. But by the fifth time, he had enough. Stomping in the halls of Hogwarts, he decided to take it into his own hands to confront the Finch girl. Though Edrik knew every time he spoke to her; he lost his anger and even his common sense. He heard rumours of whom the Finch was dating but that never stopped his burning crush for her. Besides, it would wither down by the time they left Hogwarts; as the two of them would forget each other. Right? With his long robes flying with the wind, Edrik turned the corner, leading into another hallway where hazel eyes watched students pile out of a classroom, most heading towards the Main Hall where one familiar figure headed towards the courtyard. Picking up the pace, Edrik followed after the figure where his nose was introduced to fresh air and his eyes welcomed by the evening sun. Twilight was one of Edrik’s favourite moments in the day. A smile rested on the Krum’s lips before his mind pulled him back into a world of focus. As he walked around the empty-like-courtyard, Edrik caught sight of the one person he had been looking for this whole time. ”Tamara!” the Krum called out as he approached. Eyes watched as the Finch girl’s head turned, her usual smile replaced with a mean frown. Maybe she wasn’t in a good mood? ”We-uh- We need to discuss the training schedules of both our teams…” He didn’t want to seem blunt right away, especially with the look on her face, he knew he didn’t want to piss her off even further. Though, Edrik wanted to see that apologetic smile that Tamara always beamed he knew this was more important than silly feelings.

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THERE USED TO BE MERITS TO BEING A TWIN, Tia thought. But, those perks did not age well. It was no longer fun to be mistaken for somebody else. At Hogwarts, Tia was so far removed from her estranged sisters identity that she had thought it would wane over time. Sure, they looked similar, but they were wildly different. And most of the time, Tia went without incident. She didn't have many friends and she was often in Ravenclaw robes.

However, it was not her day. Twice someone had yelled for Tamara, blanched when she scowled at them, and then silently realised their mistake. It was probably due to Tamara's mounting popularity as Hufflepuff Captain, but Tia did not appreciate it in the slightest. It was a mighty inconvenience and plus, they didn't even look that similar any more!

By the end of the day, Tia was feeling absolutely horrendous and not at all friendly. She'd blown off Liam, shed her shirt and tie for her most comfortable jeans and jumper, and declared she was going for a walk... alone. Really, she was just feeling sorry for herself. An old pair of headphones slung around her neck, attached to an even older iPod, though she hadn't plugged them in to her ears, too busy thumbing over her book on counter-jinxes when a voice sounded behind her.

On instinct, Tia whipped around. As if already knowing that the though they were calling for her sister, they were looking at her. A scowl on her face, Tia squinted, though her expression quickly flattened when she realised just who it was that was walking up to her, a smile on his face. Edrik Krum was a bit of a celebrity, a Quidditch extraordinaire and resident jock. Though, Tia remembered him from long before. When he'd just been a poor first year stuck on a question in Defence Against the Dark Arts. He'd looked so lost she'd let him look at her parchment, a very big thing for Tia. Somehow, it bothered her that he'd mistaken her for her sister.

"Schedule?" Tia snapped, though when she realised he was talking about Quidditch and was definitely not going to rectify his mistake, Tia straightened her spine and stood silently for a moment. She had two options, the first of which was obvious - angrily correct him and stomp off. But, there was something cruel wiggling in her stomach. "What- and why should we do that?" She closed her textbook with a definitive thwump, chin tilting upward as she looked down her nose. Let him assume, she thought. She wasn't usually the vengeful type, but perhaps she could learn. "We're not on the same team, Krum." Which was actually true. 

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Before the Finch girl spoke, hazel eyes scanned the textbook resting on the girl’s legs, interest in the topic resulting with a raised brow on Edrik Krum’s face. While as he stared at the small and even slanted letters scattered out on the page, he realised he had been glaring too long and wished it didn’t seem like the Krum was staring inappropriately. With a cough, he looked away, straightening his posture and even stepping back out of intimidation as the Finch stood. Tamara Finch wasn’t known for being intimidating yet Tia was…But Edrik had no clue of Tia’s existence. While he was popular in Hogwarts he wasn’t very social – asides from being close with his siblings and Daniel Hoh. To him, past mentions of Tia provided him the knowledge that the two were cousins not identical bloody twins. So as she responded to the Krum, his brow raised once more – catching the hints of spiteful venom in her tone. A grin rested on Edrik’s lips as he felt a wave of competition or even a harmless challenge between the two. With the distance between them, Edrik raised his arms from his sides, folding them into a cross as he cocked his head to the side; watching as the Finch girl lifted her chin as if she looked down on him. It’s a shame she was shorter than him. Feeling courageous from her negative aura, Edrik took that one step closer to slightly close the distance between them. ”Because lately…You’ve been falling into my time.” He stated before pausing. ”While that’s true, doesn’t mean friendly foes can’t have a simple Quidditch conversation.” Edrik truly had no clue or even the slightest suspicious he was being messed with – especially as the girl had the same looks to his ’sworn enemy’ Tamara. While the courtyard remained empty, the tension in the air felt heavy enough to cut with a knife, but the Krum remained confident, believing it was just friendly Captain banter.

notes: sorry for le wait! @tia

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IT WAS QUITE POSSIBLE THAT TIA HAD BEEN hoping she might manage to glare the Krum away from her. Or, maybe it was some kind of twisted revenge towards her sister for being so damn social that Tia was forgotten. But, either way, Tia was quite surprised to find her tone had not dashed Edrik's hopes, but had instead fuelled him.

She felt the urge to step back as he stepped forward, but held her ground through her own stubbornness alone. Her nostrils flared and she looked down at his feet as if baffled by their gall before lifting her head and furrowing her brow. She planted one hand on her hip, feeling the tension snap between them as he seemed to accept a challenge Tia had not known she had offered.

"Your time?" Tia said, lips pursing as she seemed to consider what he was saying. Half as if to undermine him, and half of her own personal confusion as she hurriedly tried to connect the dots. Whatever was he talking about? But, she couldn't just ask him that without blowing up her spot. So, instead, she snorted. "I can't say I know what you mean, Krum." She said finally, making a show of looking him up and down, and this time she was telling the truth. It just sounded like she was being snarky instead.

"There's nothing friendly about us. We're opponents." Tia sniffed as she shot him one piercing look before turning slowly as if to walk away from him. She figured, if he followed her, then it was really his own fault for falling for it all. She was giving him the chance to back out and if he didn't take it then what she was doing wasn't half as bad, right? She'd have to convince herself of that later.

Tucking her book under one arm, Tia couldn't help looking over her shoulder as she walked off. She'd forgotten how fun it could be pretending, perhaps a part of her wanted him to follow her. Which was a dangerous thought indeed, she couldn't hold a Quidditch conversation for very long, she barely watched a game. But there she was, catching his eye again before swiftly turning back and lifting her nose in to the air confidently. 

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The way Tia spoke to Edrik Krum was surely meant to put him off – to prevent the boy from poking at the situation any further. But Edrik seemed to have the time of his life. The anger or even annoyance he felt from ‘Tamara’ left him in a spiral of suspicion and confusion – considering how warm hearted Tamara usually was. Maybe she was just pulling his leg. Dark eyes watched as the Finch girl began to walk off, noticing the way she even looked back – catching his attention. Yet the Krum refused to let her go so easily. Turning so he faced her direction, Edrik walked – or even lightly jogged, catching up to the Finch and walking by her side. Originally, the Krum boy would have reached for her arm, to potentially tug her back lightly and cause her to stop, allowing him to speak. but he didn’t want to cause any problems. Instead he resulted, walking by her side was fine enough. ”My time.” he repeated, now walking alongside her. ”As in me and my team’s training time. Tamara, Don’t act as if you don’t realise or know your team have been falling into it.” Edrik added, a brow raised as he grinned. If Edrik had known the truth, that he was speaking to Tia rather than Tamara, waves of embarrassment would most definitely wash over him daily. But as his legs kept up with Tia’s walking pace, he couldn’t help but let a chuckle out. Even though the two of them were Quidditch opponents (or so he thought) – what exactly was wrong with being friendly with your opposition? Soon, Edrik found himself asking Tia that exact question out of sheer curiosity. ”And what of it? Are you saying we can’t be friendly because we’re opponents?” A loop-sided smile perked up on Edrik’s lips, he knew he was stepping into dangerous grounds; teasing and questioning the one girl he had a crush on who was in a relationship with another man. Or yet again, so he thought. Out of the millions of times the Krum had spoken to the Finch girl – this single conversation was the longest one he had ever had. Embarrassment or anger would usually get the best of him; preventing him from even getting a word out. Whatever this girl was doing to him – Edrik enjoyed it.

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BEYOND THE NIGGLING GUILT AND FEAR OF BEING discovered, Tia felt a slight satisfaction from upturning Edrik's assumptions of Tamara. It seemed to throw him as he expected the sweetness that so readily radiated from her sister. Luckily, Edrik did not seem to know Tam well enough to sense the difference too strongly. It was more of a shock, she figured, to expect something and get something else entirely. He just didn't know how different she really was.

Walking away, Tia knew it would be best if he did not follow. But, when he did, she couldn't help the slight smirk that threatened to lift up her cheeks rather obviously. She dipped her head to hide it, watching the toe of her boots on the compressed ground as Edrik slowed to keep in step with her. She remarked on the very keen shine his own boots held, impressive for a dirty sportsman.

"Well..." Tia said, gathering her thoughts as she tried to think like a Quidditch player. "I can't... jeopardise my team just so you can have time, Edrik." Tia said stiffly, turning her head slightly so he could see when she rolled her eyes at him. "You don't get special treatment, it's first come first serve." She did not know if this were true, but it sounded right and so she went with it. But he was still grinning and it made Tia want to stamp her foot in frustration.

It was quickly becoming clear to Tia that Edrik had not stopped her for a simple business call. He was too happy, too ready to accept Tia as Tam. Did he like her sister? This was a sobering assumption and Tia felt it lodge uncomfortably in her throat. That would change things, she thought. She didn't know how to navigate territory like that, and if he found out...

Tia stopped short, squaring her shoulders as she tried to appear serious and resolute. Unlucky for her, when she caught Edrik's eye, it was to find a rather charming smile in place. He had the kind of lopsided smile that Tia was sure earned him a lot of favours. It wasn't unpleasant at all and she wished to kick herself for allowing such a thought to invade her.

"I- I am." Tia said, licking her lips as she stared at him steadily, nodding to solidify the thought in her head. "You have lots of friends Edrik, you'll be fine." She told him, a small smirk on her face as she uncrossed one of her arms and reached out, patting him on the shoulder once in an act of 'comfort'. "Really, I don't know how you avoid confusion." And then she started walking again, faster this time as she tried to outrun him. "I really must be off, I have... field strategy's to perfect." She was a little ways ahead of him, which was a good thing as he missed the scrunch of her nose as she cringed at her own deception. This time she really did not want to be followed. 

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 now he just has to convince her to come for a butterbeer and she's screwed. xD

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”Jeopardise your time? First come first serve?” Edrik questioned as he repeated the Finch girl’s words, a laugh leaving his lips. ”You’ve been using up my training time!” The smirk that hung loosely on Edrik’s lips followed as he cocked his head to the side slightly, noticing the grin that was forming on her own lips. Edrik couldn’t help but poke at every defensive area that Tamara had handed to him – it was just his way of flirting, as strange as it was, his younger siblings always said the Krum had no game. But here he was. Talking to one of the most beautiful and popular girls in Hogwarts. Or so he thought.

To Edrik, as ‘Tamara’ began to pat his shoulder, his brow raised out of confusion. ”Avoid confusion? What does that mean?” He called out as she turned and began to walk off, to perfect her ‘field strategies’. While Edrik had approached her to discuss Quidditch and somehow successfully did so, his true intentions hadn’t even been touched upon. He wanted to know her, or more so get to know her. And he wouldn’t back down without at least hearing the answer no. Edrik knew he should have perhaps let her go, the conversation between the two of them seeming to be pretty much over but his legs ran before his mind told him no. As he caught up once more, he ensured their steps were in sync while his hands remained in his pockets. ”Go out with me.” He said, before continuing. ”For a butterbeer. At least once before our final break.” The two were soon due to graduate – being the Seventh years that they were. But Edrik felt confident.

”One butterbeer. Maybe a toffee pudding too. And if you don’t enjoy the time spent with me then I’ll promise to leave you alone and only see you on the Quidditch field for that one last match.” A smile touched Edrik’s lips – a genuine one as all he wanted was to spend time with the Finch. His confidence was somehow reaching rocket high today.

@tia & challenge accepted and completed. in terms of time its probably the end of march / early april considering rissy timed our thread together in march

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AND THERE IT WAS, ASSUMPTION CONFIRMED. Perhaps Tamara wasn't as sweet as people thought, cutting off a rival team from what Tia assumed was crucial training. She pressed her lips in to a thin line, rolling her eyes at Edrik as he complained so thoroughly. Though he still appeared far too pleased for somebody who had been wronged. At least, as far as Tia assumed. "Says you." She retorted, turning her nose up at him.

Though, Tia was much more concerned with escaping then drawing out Edrik's frustration. She eagerly walked off, happy to have had the last word. And the best, as far as she was concerned. But, Edrik wouldn't have it. She felt her shoulders tense, holding her breath as she sped up just a little bit. "It means I'm busy!" She snapped over her shoulder, a frown on her face as she cursed the Gryffindor's stubbornness. But just when she thought she could outrun the sound of his voice, she heard the crunch of his feet on the ground as he jogged to keep in step with her.

"Wh-" She began, but lost her words when he propositioned her for a butterbeer. She swallowed roughly, hands beginning to sweat as she realised that her little game of vengeance had not gone to plan at all. She'd played the part of Tamara far too well... "I-" A refusal was on the tip of her tongue, already shaking her head when she stopped... thought for a second, and then sighed.

"If I say yes, will you go?" She asked coolly, stopping dead and turning to face him, her arms crossed firmly. He was smiling that infuriating smile again, the one that probably made a girl's knees weak. But not her, no definitely not her. She looked him up and down and shook her head wearily. "Meet me at the Hog's Head on Saturday, 2 on the dot." She stated, already backing away. "If they let you in I'll have a butterbeer with you." She shrugged, a little smirk on her face. He was persistent, but she'd make him regret every asking her.

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next stop, date no.1. xD

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It had been exactly one week since ‘Tamara’ Finch had accepted Edrik’s request to meet him over a butterbeer. For that entire week, Edrik would find himself pacing in his Gryffindor dorm, alongside losing his trail of thought in classes – which actually had consequences when he missed an important section. The two had agreed to meet at the Three Broomsticks, a convention place where ‘friends’ met to ‘discuss’ things. But in Edrik’s eyes it was completely and entirely a date. Even if she was dating another.

And so, there he sat – in a small booth not too far from the bar itself, a dark shirt sticking to the muscle he had produced over the years, thanks puberty; with dark jeans and random shoes he had thrown on. The Krum could have sworn a trickling bead of sweat had made its way down the side of his face from the nervousness he omitted as he sat back in his seat, waiting for a familiar brunette to turn up. What if she doesn’t come? he questioned himself. Then that means he would’ve sat here like a fool.

The bell connected to the ceiling by the door rang once more as it pushed open but Edrik felt too nervous to even glare in the direction. Instead his hand reached forward for his sweet butterbeer, his throat itching for some kind of beverage as it felt dry.

@tia & short start, hope it works!

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TIA WASN'T QUITE SURE HOW SHE HAD ENDED UP tangled in such a mess. This wasn't her speed. She didn't meddle like this, as a rule. But, it had been so easy and she hadn't even realised how deep she had dug her own grave until she was choking on the dirt of it. It had consumed her mind for the rest of the week. She'd tried to lose herself in reading and studying, but it hadn't worked. She was as much as a mess as she'd ever allow herself to be. All because of one persistent Gryffindor. How awful.

At first, Tia had considered simply not turning up at all. It would have solved a lot of her problems. But, it meant that he might be pushed to confront the actual Tamara away from her controlled environment. No, better that she simply turn him off her completely and maybe she'd get away with the entire ruse altogether. She'd be so boring that Edrik would lose interest and move on. Problem solved.

So, when she entered the Three Broomsticks, 2 on the dot, as agreed, it was to her stark surprise to see that Edrik hadn't only arrived on time, he'd arrived early. Which would have impressed Tia, if she were allowing herself to feel such an emotion. She approached the table surreptitiously, casting careful looks around her in case she saw anybody familiar. Someone that might know them both, or worse, Tamara.

"You're early," She said to Edrik's back, unable to hide the delicate surprise in her tone as she shrugged out of her coat quickly, dropping it in to the booth's far corner along with her scarf before she slid in beside it. "Maybe if you were this punctual for practise as well, we wouldn't have to be here." The blunt remark slid out of Tia's mouth before she could stop it. Not a boring choice at all. She was already off to a terrible start. 

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Dark eyes looked up at the familiar voice rather surprised from at the sight in front of him. Edrik was used to seeing ‘Tamara’ daily at school, smiles on her lips and laughs leaving her mouth but this time she looked different. Comfortable, casual, actually approachable. The coat and scarf that dropped to the corner as well as the blunt remark that left the Finch girl’s lips as she sat in front of him, only resulted in a small smile touching the corners of the Krum’s lips. ”And aren’t you as cheerful as ever.” He knew that 'Tamara' was going through harsh times, which could have been the cause for her mean words and so Edrik never really pressed on about it. ”Do you want a butterbeer?” He questioned, raising his own glass slightly. ”I’ll pay.” He added.

Edrik couldn’t help but feel dozens of butterflies gather around in his stomach. For days on end he couldn’t stop thinking about their date – if she would turn up, what she would wear and usually how it would end. He mainly hoped that the Finch would remember his request to share a couple of toffee puddings as well, considering they were his favourite desert. ”I have noticed…as of lately you’re not really pushing into our time. So thanks for that.”

A comfortable silence soon fell between the two and Edrik found himself grasping at straws in his mind as he attempted to figure out what to speak about. There were times he found himself wanting to ask certain questions, leading to his mouth hanging open but the words didn’t pour out as he considered against every question. Clearing his throat, the Krum lifted his drink to his lips once more, gulping down the sickly-sweet drink before calling the waiter over, in need of another.

@tia

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THOUGH TIA HAD BEEN FAIRLY CONFIDENT ABOUT her plan, standing in front of Edrik had made her suddenly very unsure. She swallowed, stubbornly keeping her facade of stoicism as she hovered by his table. "I'll pay for me own." She said after a moment, sliding in to the booth and folding her scarf neatly in her lap. Anything to occupy her hands so she didn't have to look at him. He was smiling again, to her extreme displeasure.

When Tia had no choice but to raise her head, she cursed herself for ever agreeing to come in the first place. He looked so nervous, gripping his tankard of butterbeer and smiling at her like it was his default expression. There Tia was, obsessing about how best to end it all, and he appeared completely genuine. Excited almost. She blew a breath through her nose and sat back mutely. He mentioned something about her not cutting in to his time, but it didn't matter. She hadn't been there.

"Don't thank me," She said dully, brushing him off with a slight wave of her hand as she stared out in to the pubs main floor distractedly. "I didn't do you any favours, it was a coincidence." Which was a rare truth. And then she sat forward, bracing her elbows on the table in a surge of confidence. She would just tell him. Blurt it out before they had anything to drink. But, when she looked at him, his face had gone a little slack. He seemed to be looking for his words. She couldn't stop watching the way his bottom lip seemed to jump as he drew in a breath. She waited, but he never spoke. And she lost her nerve.

"I'm going to get a drink..." She blurted out instead, sliding out of the booth quickly and hurrying up to the bar. Her face had gotten all hot so she pressed the backs of her hands against them, pulling at the skin until her eyes drooped. "What're you doing..." She hissed to herself, kicking the toe of her boot in to the wooden bottom of the bar when she was close enough. The bearded fellow behind it was not best pleased and gave Tia a rather stern look. "One... butterbeer please." She said sheepishly, ducking her head as she fished a few coins from her pocket.

Tia lingered at the bar when she was passed her foamy tankard, her shoulders tense as if she could feel Edrik's eyes burning on the back of her neck. When she couldn't help herself any longer she stole a deep, steadying breath and turned to face him. She wasn't smiling, but attempted a small one as she approached the table again. Much more hesitant than she had been the first time. Mutely, she slid in opposite him and cleared her throat. "So..." She said lamely, before lifting up her tankard and taking a rather big sip, leaving a foamy moustache behind which she attempted to lick away. 

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A cough passed through Edrik’s lips, out of sheer nervousness and even fear. For the days that had past, the number of shirts that had been thrown in and out of his wardrobe had all come to this. Thankful for his buddy who actually knew how to iron a shirt at hand and words of encouragement from his younger sister: Iliana, while words of caution from his elder-younger sister: Irina, the Krum found himself here, two butterbeers in. ”O-Oh, sure.” It was nothing big for the Krum, to pay for the drink Tamara wanted, considering it was Edrik’s request to take her out here – he should’ve been the one to pay.

The smile that lingered on the boy’s lips stayed there for what Edrik felt like forever. He couldn’t help but literally smile around the Finch’s presence, while even though her appearance and attractiveness fuelled the Krum’s interest in her, it was her words, the bite-back attitude that she gave to him on what felt like a silver platter that kept him around. It was just her, overall. ”Coincidence or not…Thank you.” the Krum refused to believe it was a simple coincidence that the Huff’s were avoiding falling into the Gryffindor’s practice time, especially with the amount of times Edrik had bugged Tamara about it. Just at the moment when Edrik’s brain had grasped at the words he wanted to speak, the Finch made her departure, heading for the bar in need of a drink. Now alone, the Krum cleared his throat, rubbing his clammy palms against his jeans and throwing his head back in need of air.

Dark eyes couldn’t help but follow the trail that Tamara seemed to walk upon, how she stood by the bar, perhaps waiting for a drink. The drink Edrik had ordered for himself earlier had finally found its way to the table and before the waiter could escape, the Krum – with his eyes still mainly focusing on Tia but flickered between the two – found himself ordering his guilty pleasure. The finest of things. ”O-One sticky toffee pudding. If you wouldn’t mind.” And with a kind smile, the waiter was off again.

When she turned, her eyes meeting his, the Krum was sure his heart skipped a beat or two. The tension or more so, quietness and awkwardness between the two of them remained heavy in the air but it wouldn’t sway Edrik off from getting what he wanted…Time with her of course. The smile that she seemed to force on her lips made the Krum let out a soft chuckle, wanting to thank her for her efforts of being at least a little interested. But the foamy moustache that rested comfortably above her lips led to an actual laugh followed by a slight snort on Edrik’s side. ”You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” He stated, while he reached out for a napkin, offering it to her. ”I’m surprised you even agreed to this…I thought you wouldn’t turn up.”

@tia

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WHILE QUIDDITCH WAS THE ONLY THING EDRIK had in common with Tamara, Tia was tired of talking about it. And yet, venturing anywhere else was too risky. She felt boxed in and awkward - Tia didn't do awkward. She politely excused herself and never spoke to them again, in her experience. But, he'd used his stupid smile to dupe her in to agreeing and worst of all, he thought she was her sister. It was such a mess that she felt her stomach churn at the thought.

She'd escaped to order a drink in the hopes that she'd find her spine on the way there. Unfortunately, she returned just as awkward as she had left. He was exactly as she'd left him, though his smile had dropped considerably and she thought he looked a bit sweaty. Was that because of her? She pinched herself internally. It was because of Tamara. Averting her gaze, she felt her nose wrinkle, little creases forming along the bridge. Her lashes flickered as he spoke, shifting to look back at him as she swiped a hand over her sticky top lip. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably.

"What..." She broke her silence, something letting up inside of her as she shifted to face him properly. "So, we sit here in silence until the place closes?" She teased, her brows quirking. Maybe she was being a bit hard on him. Although... wasn't that the point? Her head tilted and she rolled her eyes very slowly and deliberately, her lips pursed thinly to avoid the mistake of smiling. "That sounds awful." And then he admitted he hadn't expected her to agree and she kicked herself. Maybe she could have simply refused to turn up. Too late now. "Well, unfortunately... here I am." 

@edrik

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Edrik couldn’t help but remain quiet. He knew that while the two of them shared Quidditch in interest - or so he thought - the Krum didn’t want to just talk about it for their entire…exchange together? Encounter? Date? What was Edrik thinking? Asking Tamara out on a date when all he could think of was Quidditch and how pretty she looked. He was honestly at a loss for words. The waiter soon brought over his sticky toffee pudding - something he ordered while Tamara stood by the bar, Edrik’s fingers played with the spoon, dipping into his guilty pleasure.

The Krum couldn’t help but notice the wrinkling of her nose, something he found himself staring into - and something he strangely found incredibly cute. ”I hope not.” He mumbled, scooping at the side of the sticky toffee pudding. ”But aside from Quidditch, what can I even…talk to you about? Something that doesn’t seem to irritate you.” He teased, a cheeky grin on his lips. ”I know you like music, since I’ve heard you hum sometimes.” He added in. ”Regardless though Tamara…I’m glad you’re here. Even if we’re both quiet and kind of…awkward.” While the Krum spoke, he continued to swirl at the pudding before looking up at the Finch girl, a possibility in mind. ”Do you…Wanna try some?” He asked in reference to the pudding.

Pudding for Edrik was one way to get his mind off things, the sweet taste while it crumbled in your mouth bringing nothing but happy thoughts. Straightening up, Edrik knew his time to remain quiet was over, knowing he would need to change something up. ”Or we could talk over some firewhiskey too.” Edrik knew he would need it at this point, and being old enough to order the drink, why not?

@tia & they’re both so pure and innocent

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