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Jan 21, 2019 8:50:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 8:50:57 GMT -7
IT HAD BEEN HER INITIAL INTENTION TO BORE Edrik in to forgetting about her. That plan seemed to have failed almost immediately, as Tia couldn't stand the charged silence and she wasn't rude enough to simply leave. Especially when he was none the wiser, so she spoke to him against her better judgement. Digging her thumb nail in to the wooden top as she shrugged her shoulders and rubbed her lips together nervously.
"I dunno," She muttered, because most of her interests didn't match up with Tamara's. She worried he'd notice if she spoke about something she actually liked. "I like... books." Because the twins had always shared a voracious appetite for reading. Tamara also loved the outdoors, but Tia did not, and she couldn't bear to lie about it either. She shivered at the mere thought of the cold. As for music, she was impassive. She liked studying to classical pieces, so it worried her that he'd noticed Tamara humming - probably something shrill and awful.
Instead, she reached over and plucked up his spoon when he offered it. Better her mouth was full so that she could think about what she'd say next. She took a very generous piece from the corner and popped it in to her mouth quickly, but it was too hot and she cringed, puffing steam from her mouth in short intervals as she covered it with her hands. She hummed her discomfort and sighed through her nose, turning red with embarrassment before it cooled and she could finally chew comfortably.
"It's good," She said after a moment, snorting in to the back of her hand as she rolled her eyes at herself. "That'll teach me." She said, mostly to herself as she cast a look to the ceiling and questioned herself once again, though he managed to catch her attention quickly. "I've... never tried firewhiskey before," She admitted, dropping her gaze to look at him carefully. She wasn't really the type, but maybe it'd make her feel less uncomfortable. At at the very least, maybe it would speed up the encounter. "How would you even get some?" She asked, her eyes narrowed as if in a dare.
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Jan 26, 2019 5:41:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2019 5:41:46 GMT -7
Would it have been wrong of the Krum to admit he was somewhat waiting for this day? Edrik recalled the memories leading up to it, his nervousness playing a part in it and even now as the two sat in silence, it was slowly churning his insides. He felt bad, having nothing to truly talk about apart from having the dying need to repeat his thanks for her meeting him here and how…Good she looked.
But with his small conversation starter, he mentally wiped his shiny brow. ”You don’t know?” He found himself questioning, laughing briefly. Maybe she was just as nervous as he was. ”Books! Books are…Cool.” Edrik himself wasn’t a book kind of fan, he hated textbooks back in Hogwarts and he never really gave an actual novel a chance. ”I’m not a big book reader.” He admitted, lifting his hand to scratch the back of his neck. ”Maybe you could…Recommend something for me to read.” The suggestion was small, but it allowed some conversation to go somewhere. Books were her interest and Edrik was interested in what she enjoyed.
From his offerings, Tamara seemed willing to try it, until he watched her expression soured. He knew that face anywhere, especially because when he first had the pudding he made that exact face. ”I should’ve said…It’s a bit hot.” He muttered, watching her discomfort eventually subdue. ”Sorry.” He quietly apologised, dark eyes watching how her face flushed with red. It was rather cute. Everything about her was cute. But Edrik knew his boundaries, he didn’t exactly want to scare off the Finch and ruin their friendship too. When she commented on the tastiness of the pudding, his lips drew into a rather wide grin. ”Maybe you’ll fall victim to the addiction of it, just like my sister.” The sticky toffee pudding itself was both Edrik and Irina’s guilty pleasure and while as kids they couldn’t have enough of it, as grown teens they knew their limits.
”It burns but…It’s good.” He told her, before smiling at her next question, taking it as a challenge. ”I’d simply ask. You see, from what I’m aware of, if you’re under seventeen…You can’t buy it. But I’ll be eighteen soon. Surely it’s not a problem.” He shrugged, feeling rather confident. Looking up at her, Edrik stretched out his arms before settling them down upon the table’s counter top. ”Do you…Wanna try some then? Break that Firewhiskey virginity.”
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Feb 9, 2019 6:56:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 6:56:20 GMT -7
IT DIDN'T NECESSARILY SURPRISE TIA THAT Edrik wasn't a big reader. He looked like he was born and raised on a broom. "That's because you're a jock," She said bluntly, a cocky tilt to her head before she realised that so was she... technically. She was supposed to be a typical Quidditch player. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." She added in a rush, though she wished she didn't have to. She tentatively considered recommending him something to read to cover up her blunder, but she didn't know him well enough to try. "If you let me recommend you something," She sat forward, trying to hide the slight smirk on her face. "I'll recommend you something really long and difficult." Just because.
The pudding was so hot it burned Tia's tongue, but she persevered stubbornly, unwilling to embarrass herself further by spitting it out. Once it cooled a little, it was better. A bit sweeter than she'd usually like, but rich enough to keep her tastes. "Maybe," She said, though she wasn't convinced. He was trying to make her more comfortable, she knew it. His easy chatter and smiles. It might have done the trick if she was there as herself, but she wasn't. She was a big faker, so the moment she relaxed, the more she tensed afterwards. Like a sudden shock that left her on edge.
Firewhiskey was something Tia knew of, but had never tried. She'd tried a lot of things, but had always stayed away from the harder stuff. Mostly because she wasn't really fond of being drunk. But, she wanted to feel like Tamara for a minute. Even if that meant going against her better judgement. She watched Edrik turn cocky, like he knew exactly what he was doing, his arms lifting in a stretch. Was he... flexing? After realising she was watching him she quickly looked away, her cheeks getting warm. "Well, go on then!" She snapped, sitting back and crossing her arms. "Get some." Maybe it would help, but as soon as he was gone, she was finishing that pudding.
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Feb 22, 2019 4:47:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2019 4:47:45 GMT -7
He felt bad for not finding something to exactly relate to aside from Quidditch. As soon as he could walk and even before he could talk, life on a broom had pretty much taken over his life. Especially with both of his parents being previous professional and rather…extremely famous Quidditch players, both Edrik and Irina had high expectations for them to do well with flying classes in school and hopefully follow in the line of their father. From Tia’s comment, Edrik snorted quietly while a brow rose. ”I do read textbooks you know. Just never have time for an actual novel.” He knew her humour was filled with bluntness and sarcasm, even if they had only approached one another a few times. ”If I’m a jock, then technically you are too. Being the Hufflepuff’s captain and all.” He stated, pointing his index finger as he grinned. ”Alright Finch.” He said, sitting forward just like she had, glad that the conversation was finally getting somewhat easier. ”I accept your challenge. Throw something my way.” He knew he most definitely wouldn’t finish the book.
”Maybe?” He repeated, shaking his head in disapproval. ”I’m sure after today you’ll either fall victim to its addiction or absolutely hate it.” He reached out for the pudding with a separate spoon, scooping a small part of it for himself. He hummed once he began to chew upon the warmness of the sweet goodness. ”I’ll never get tired of it.” He added, smiling to himself. ”But my stomach surely would…” Ah, memories of when he felt sick after challenging Irina to an eating competition as kids. Everything was filled with competitiveness back then. Not so much now. He could tell she seemed to be tense about something, he could see it from the way her shoulders held themselves up to even the way she spoke. It was like she was on full-on defence mode.
Once she snapped at him, Edrik sat back in his seat, withdrawing his arms from the tables countertop, resting them upon his lap. ”Alright.” He shrugged, pushing himself out of the booth and heading to the counter. He leaned against it, and with his body not exactly facing her he felt himself frown. Maybe this was a bad idea? But neither of them had exactly gotten up and left yet so…It wasn’t going too terribly. ”Firewhiskey please. Two glasses.” He mumbled to the bartender, one he had seen often whenever he had come here with his sister. With it paid for, Edrik slowly returned to the booth and settled in with a smile. ”Start with a small taster. See how you feel.” He teased as he slid over her glass.
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Mar 1, 2019 10:23:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2019 10:23:46 GMT -7
DONNING AN EXPRESSION OF EXAGGERATED confidence, Tia narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. She nodded sarcastically, a very decidedly not-Tamara reaction to Edrik confiding in her that he did indeed read. "Oh, I'm sure," She drawled, a slight light of mischief in her eyes as she watched him scramble to rearrange her opinion of him. But, of course, he had her by mentioning the fact that as far as he was concerned, she was a massive sports Captain herself. "I never said I wasn't a jock." But, she'd never said she was, either. She certainly wasn't.
"Fine..." She said firmly, unable to stop herself from taking the challenge. "I will." She'd give him something incredibly slow and long-winded. Like, Les Miserables or Great Expectations. Though, she didn't tell him that, thinking instead that she'd drop it off at his common room one day when she didn't have to face him. Even if she never seen him again, she still wanted to feel like she'd won something. Whether that was a good idea or not.
For a second, they battled spoons as Edrik leaned in for another bite of the pudding, though she related. Licking her own spoon instead as she frowned at him thoughtfully. He was much nicer than she'd hoped he'd be, treating her like they'd known one and other for a long time. Though, Tia had to remind herself, he was treating Tamara that way. There was no saying that he'd ever treat her kindly if he encountered her outside of that ruse. She tried to convince herself of that, but he kept smiling at her and unintentionally convincing her otherwise. He was awfully kind, and she hated him for it.
Sitting back with her arms crossed, Tia watched as Edrik left their booth and as soon as his back was turned she let herself slump for a second. Her guilt was only growing as she got to know him, realising quite brutally that he didn't deserve to be lied to was something she had anticipated. However, that made it no easier to stomach. When he returned, she forced a small smile on her face and grabbed the glass hungrily. Maybe it would help with that knot in her stomach. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a very small sip. It burned all the way down, setting fire to her throat and sizzling embers in her stomach. She pressed her free hand to her gut and stuck out her tongue.
"God!" She cursed, squeezing her eyes shut as they watered. "That is awful." She looked in to the swirling amber liquid and wondered if this was what gasoline tasted like. And then she looked at Edrik with accusation. But, as it settled the burning left with it. In its wake was a warming sensation, like her insides were sat by a roaring fire. She sat back, eyeing him suspiciously. "Okay, it's not so bad." And then she looked him straight in the eye before upturning her glass in to her mouth and downing the rest in one. It was gone in seconds and she sat the glass down with a clatter. "What's taking you so long?" She asked, cocking one brow.
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Mar 18, 2019 10:23:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2019 10:23:24 GMT -7
HE KNEW THAT books weren’t exactly his forte, but that didn’t exactly mean Edrik Krum’s mind was blank, or filled with stupidity. He rose a brow at the response he received, confused by her sarcasm. Had she always…Been so mean? Shaking his head with a soft chuckle, Edrik sat up properly, his hands crossing together. ”Then you are a jock then?” He asked for clarification. With the challenge accepted, Edrik knew he threw himself in the deep-end, expecting some kind of stretched out novel in the near-future. He hoped it had some kind of images. Like an autobiography.
Her reaction was one he wasn’t expecting, especially with how eager she seemed lifting her glass and sipping upon it. Firewhiskey had many different ways to drink, shot styles, completely full cups…Tamara on the other hand seemed to just be winging it. Rookie. Grinning at the sight before him, Edrik then sipped on his own glass, the burning feeling that ran down his throat being something familiar, especially from the firewhiskey he had a while ago. Sometime with the older members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and even with his father. He remembered the elder Krum calling it a ‘man-to-man’ time. ”Awful?” He repeated, shaking his head again. ”You’re just weak!” He teased.
When she warmed up to the drink, eyes widened at the Finch downing her drink as if she hadn’t been complaining about its taste moments before. Her cockiness only drew the Krum rather insane, smirking at her challenging words, he downed the rest of his own drink, in one go just like hers. As he swallowed, his hand reached up, thumb swiping across his lips to rid himself of the excess liquid he didn’t swallow down. ”I don’t take long.” He remarked, lightly slamming down the glass the same way the Finch did. ”Wanna go again?”
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Apr 1, 2019 5:02:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 5:02:21 GMT -7
USUALLY TIA ENJOYED A GOOD CHALLENGE, whether it be in class or in a verbal debate. She argued with Liam all the time. But, being called out by Edrik was different. It poked holes in her facade and made her baulk slightly, her face going a bit slack as she tried to stop herself from saying something too revealing. "T- I mean, yeah... I guess." She said, looking down at her hands. She was good at debating, but she'd never been a particularly good liar. "People can be lots of things at once." She said, as if in defence of herself.
Gulping the glass in one had been foolish, and she paid for it, but Tia needed something to distract herself. Anything to stop her from saying something too revealing. Except now her limbs were buzzing with warmth, and a slight smile was involuntarily curling one side of her traitorous face. She didn't feel weak a whole glass down. And she watched him answer her by downing his own. But, she knew she should say no to another glass. It was already making her feel a little loopy, but her words did not match her common sense. "I will if you will..." She dared him, quirking her brows. He'd called her weak, she suddenly had a point to prove. "Unless your 'just weak'?" @edrik sweet, innocent kiddos.
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Apr 17, 2019 13:23:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2019 13:23:49 GMT -7
EDRIK FELT HIS brow raise in confusion and in simple question. Tamara as a whole was a…confusing girl, but she had faced too many tragedies for the Krum to question it all. Merlin. He was happy she just accepted his request for the date and even spent time with him. She seemed to be so quiet, in love with novels and Edrik was so different. Easily angered, loud and aggressive for Quidditch. Though he saw a different side to her with every game the two played against one another. ”You…Guess?” He repeated, watching as her eyes wandered. ”Be proud of your groupie. Us jocks are seemingly better than the nerds anyway.” He added, filled with sarcasm.
Nerds weren’t exactly a thing in Hogwarts, there were a ton of smart people scattered around and while he didn’t fit into that category with top marks — the Krum was nothing like a stupid person. ”That’s true I suppose. I’m an angry Quidditch Keeper and Captain while you’re a snarky book reader, slash Captain.” He grinned. The buzz he felt within his own stomach only craved more of the burning alcohol, the same ways it had been before when he had drank with his father. A natural thing to do most weekends after turning seventeen. The smile that grew on Tia’s face was met with the Krum’s pointing finger. ”Ha-ha!” He bellowed, his palm hitting the booth’s table in a laugh. ”That proves it!! You are weak!”
The dare was one he took with a wide smirk, like all challenges, mighty or minor, Edrik Krum would never back down from one. As she used his own words against him a brow quirked up. ”I’m not weak. I won’t be like you.” He teased, leaning over the back of their booth in the direction of the waiter, waving his fingers in an attempt to communicate to keep the drinks coming. The waiter brought over another two small glasses, resting them in the middle between the Krum and the Finch. Edrik’s fingers reached for his own, slithering around it as he lifted it up. ”May the best drinker win?” He toasted, staring into her eyes.
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May 20, 2019 10:46:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 20, 2019 10:46:03 GMT -7
TIA HAD TO ADMIT THAT SHE FELT A STAB OF pleasure at being called an 'Us', though it was deeply incorrect and fairly rude, if she had to say so herself. She'd never really had a lot of friends growing up, but she hadn't wanted for them either. Tia had always preferred academics to sports. Reading to socialising. Tamara was different, a ball of sunshine and laughter. But, that hadn't bothered Tia so much. She hadn't minded the quiet. Until someone like Edrik made her feel a part of something and she realised that it didn't feel so awful at all. And she hated it.
"That's fairly limiting, don't you think?" Tia griped, rubbing at her neck and pretending like she wasn't blushing. "And what makes you think you're better?" Her nose wrinkled, but she tried to appear impartial and simply curious. She certainly wasn't. Not that would call herself anything in particular, but she definitely wasn't a 'jock'. Not that Edrik would ever know such a thing. Tia couldn't speak to him after their little debacle. It irked her to think about it, so she decided not to.
"Angry?" Tia asked, narrowing her gaze as she deftly avoided the moniker of Captain. She wasn't, and she couldn't bear any more Quidditch chatter. "What're you mad about?" He didn't appear as much as long as she'd known him. It made her wonder if there was a whole other side to the sports fanatic. Not that she'd ever get to meet it, she reminded herself. This was strictly a one off. The whiskey was a good idea in theory, but a bad idea in practise. She was starting to forget herself.
"Am not!" Tia said with a sharp laugh, her head falling back slightly. In any other situation the notion that was might be 'weak' would have irked her beyond reason. Another reason the whiskey was playing tricks on her. It was making her soft. "Prove it..." She hissed, her eyes thin and shrewd, mouth twisted and hot from the whiskey. Mainly, she just craved the loose carelessness the drink seemed to give her, afraid that when it left the pit in her stomach would return.
Soon enough, two new glasses were placed in front of them and Tia already had hers in hand. Edrik was more slow about it, in no hurry to do anything. No sooner had he toasted did Tia toss her head back and gulp the glass in one. Her throat was on fire, tongue nipping and stomach a small, even furnace. "I've already won," She declared gruffly, her tongue darting out over her lips as she gently set the glass down and leaned back in her seat. "How does it feel to lose the game to a first timer, hm?"
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Jun 3, 2019 15:49:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2019 15:49:39 GMT -7
LIMITING WASN’T THE WORD EDRIK would have used, but more so advantaged. Being popular and the Captain to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team sometimes meant the Krum was off the hook for certain things, including moments in time when his anger would get the best of him. It was also valid whenever he responded to those who weren’t as…confident as Edrik was, but then again, most things were thrown out of the window, considering who the Krum’s father was. ”Everything.” He cockily responded, shit-eating grin rising from the corners of his lips. He enjoyed the sight of Tamara’s nose wrinkling, a red tint on her face that was met with a quiet laugh of his own. ”Definitely my good looks, my great control with my anger…And better taste in friends.” He added with a hint of sarcasm.
He couldn’t pinpoint his anger to one thing, except he felt it most with those riled up feelings he developed during every match. It was the competitive streak within him, one born the day Irina was born…to strive to do better and keep going. It drove his team crazy, at how insane he got, lost in his thoughts, afraid at the thought of failure. Though by Tamara’s side, Edrik tried to not show it, simply because the two were friends, while competitive enemies. ”Being a sore loser.” He responded, forcing up a smile. Losing was only one out of many things that irked the Krum. ”You’re lucky to never catch me like that.” Especially since it wasn’t a pretty sight. It was one of the many…unfortunate things the eldest Krum had developed from his father.
Dark eyes watched as Tamara’s movement slowed, as if the alcohol had hit her head first. Terrible drinker. He couldn’t help but grin at the winding sight of the Finch girl, glad that they resorted to drinking to simply…lighten up. ”Prove it?” He repeated, lips thinning out in thought until the idea popped up, like a light bulb. But before Edrik could say or do anything the next set of glasses had been placed before them, the Finch girl’s hand already cupping one of the glasses. Their toast was brief but Tia was already gulping down her drink, bravely as well. Narrowing his eyes at he stared her down, the Krum downed his own drink, throwing his head back as he did so. The burn was mild, especially with the growing shots the two continued to have, but the butterflies that originally formed in his stomach were gone now.
”I’ve lost this round, but I haven’t lost the war.” It was a challenge now, one he had no intention of stopping. Turning his body so his arm rested on the leather rims of the booth, Edrik’s fingers waved for their waiter. ”A bottle please mate.” Turning back so he grinned down at Tamara, the Krum folded his arms. ”You don’t seem to be a first timer. Quite the Professional if I say so myself.”
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Aug 9, 2019 7:07:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2019 7:07:16 GMT -7
TIA'S NOSE WRINKLED AS EDRIK BRAGGED, HER eyes rolling skyward as her lips pinched sourly. Of course he'd take any opportunity to praise himself. But, he wasn't wrong either. He was boyish in a way that made Tia uncomfortable. Fit to the point of being pretty. His hair was a bit unruly, but she hated to admit that it suited him. He had a bare face, a shadow across his upper lip like he was trying to grow a moustache, but his eyes were always smiling and he had lovely teeth. She gave herself a hard, internal shake and cleared her throat.
"Do all Quidditch players love themselves like that?" She asked her hands, her cheeks a bit pink. "My mum would say 'if you were chocolate, you'd eat yourself'." Tia snorted, easing away from her wild thoughts so that she could bear to look at him again. 'Think of him as a pompous, vain broom hugger', she told herself. But it wasn't easy when he kept smiling at her like that.
The whiskey was a welcome distraction, but perhaps not a wise one as she declared herself the reigning champ. Her competitive nature was showing itself and she would regret that later. Her upper body was leaning closer and closer to Edrik and when he turned to usher the waiter over, his hand brushed her fingers. She felt them burn, staring at them intensely as he ordered another bottle. 'Not clever, not very clever at all!', her rational brain chastised her, but she couldn't help but think that his fingers were a bit rough against the side of her hand. She wanted to prod at the tips. To examine like she might the leaf of a lush green plant.
"I'm a fast learner..." Tia answered absently, her pupils blown as she looked up, pulling her hand away to curl her hair around one ear. He crossed his and she watched the way his upper arms pulled his shirt tight around the bicep. Broom riding arms... she thought to herself. Nothing of which she'd found particularly attractive before, but her lecherous, whiskey soaked brain had officially gone rogue. "There's nothing I can't do." She said this with snooty confidence as a new bottle was placed on the table. She grabbed it before he could, unscrewing the top. "How expensive is this?" She asked, looking down at the label. @edrik .
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Aug 22, 2019 16:57:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2019 16:57:48 GMT -7
EDRIK TRULY ENJOYED THIS. DRINKING what felt like crisp water but burned like a never ending flame by the side of the girl he liked. Bragging about himself was the only way to move the conversation along and drag his confidence with him. He had to do it, especially considering how pretty ‘Tamara’ was, Edrik was trying to show just how two…pretty people could work? Where was his mind going? He had no clue. She shook though, clearing his throat that made him slightly uneasy. Had he done something wrong?
But when she spoke, he shot her a lopsided smile. All was well. ”I don’t think so.” He murmured, lifting his glass and analysing it, eyes focusing on just the silvery-clear rims. ”My father says confidence is a partial key to success.” At least that’s what Edrik thought he said. Was he tipsy? He couldn’t help but continue to smile in her direction. She was too cute, and her cheeks were tinting with the slightest pink hue. Note to self, Tamara blushes when drunk…or on the verge of getting there. He hadn’t paid attention to the brush of their fingers, nor where her eyes had stared. ”Are you now?” He said, looking up at her, watching as she curled her hair behind her ear.
She reached out for the bottle, a means to distract herself clearly and Edrik let out a huff of a laugh. Even though she reached for the bottle first, swooping it into her direction, the Krum leaned forward, taking it out of her grasp, the slightest amount landing on his palm — considering it was still open. ”Not expensive at all. But that doesn’t matter, I’m covering…the bill.” He poured himself another shot, and tilted the bottle in Tamara’s direction, pouring her some also.
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Nov 24, 2019 7:25:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2019 7:25:56 GMT -7
TIA SHOOK HER HEAD VEHEMENTLY, HER FACE scrunching as she disagreed with him heartily. "That's bullshit!" She cried, a little louder than she usually would, the alcohol making her tongue loose. "Confidence is like... maybe the door, but it's not the key." Tia leaned back in her seat, feeling a little confident herself. "The key to success is dedication." This was something her own father had told her and she pointed her finger at him, daring him to disagree with her. "Over confidence is for theatre and fake psychics." And she snorted at herself, shaking her head to stop herself from laughing.
"Yeah..." She said with a sure nod. "Teach me something I don't know, Krum." She held her hands out in an open armed shrug, her head shaking slightly as if daring him to deny her. This was fun, she realised. A little drunk. Maybe the most fun she'd had in a long time, that wasn't depended on a grade or a professors opinion. Edrik was easy to talk to, and even easier to mess with.
The bottle shook in her palm slightly, but she didn't have it for long. Krum's large hand swooped and snatched it from her, a droplet sloshing from the top and landing on her chin. She swiped it away with a lukewarm glare, but he was grinning at her and she felt her expression dull on instinct. 'That damned smile...' So she prodded him, bottom lip clasped between her teeth. "Oh yeah?" She said in challenge. Unable to stop her competitive side. She leaned towards him, her eyes comically wide. "Because it's a date?" She said as if in secret. "I pay my own way, mate." And then she snatched the shot her poured her and downed it in one. @edrik .
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