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Sweeter than Strudel
"Oh, it's okay, honey. Most guys think that when they see me."
Queenie watched as the poor man blushed. He was trying not to glance sheepishly around the room, but was failing spectacularly. He was rather charming — handsome, even. And his thoughts about her… Well, they made her feel like blushing.
Before Tina or the British wizard could notice her looking too long, she quickly glanced away and started asking her sister questions — "What are they doing here?" and "Don't you know hotdogs aren't nutritious, Teenie?" Her mind, however, remained on their house guests. Specifically, the No-Maj and, even more importantly, his thoughts about her.
Because no matter what she had said or how she had tried to play it off, most guys did not think that about her.
As sad as it was, she was used to being used. Men had a bad habit of thinking quite loudly and without care. She couldn't really blame them. After all, they didn't know she could hear their thoughts. Still, it was the same thing day after day with varying degrees of crass language.
This No-Maj — Jacob, Queenie thought, his name ringing pleasantly in her mind — was different. He cherished her, of all things. He didn't even know her, but his thoughts were pure and kind. He looked at her and saw a beauty, but somehow saw more than that.
He saw her.
More than anything, she wanted to get to know him. She wanted to ask him about his life. How did he get along without magic? What was his family like? Was there anyway she could help him get his bakery? Oh, how she loved baking — with and without magic. That was already something they had in common!
She was going to find out if there was more; Queenie truly hoped there was. And what a better way to impress him and find out than with baking, magic, and good conversation?
First things first, though: She had to get Teenie to approve.
Word count (not including title and author's notes): 332