Soft.
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Things were getting soft between the two.
"Did you hear about this year's Thanksgiving deserts?"
Gentle.
"We're not getting pumpkin pie!"
Pleasing.
"But the brownies are always something, though."
Maybe because it was so easy to talk about amenities with each other.
"Quidditch last Saturday was pretty boring."
"Totally agree."
"Aren't you playing this year?"
Maybe because with him, she could speak her mind.
"Don't have the time or the energy. It gets pretty tiresome to just watch, though. Enjoying the blueberry muffins?"
Maybe because with her, he could do the same.
"It's so so. But the vanilla one is great, though. Those elfs really know how to bake. Wanna have a snack after classes again tomorrow?"
And neither of them couldn't. They shouldn't.
"I've got a lot on my plate tomorrow."
But they would.
"Think I have 10 minutes to grab a coffee, though."
