Author's Note: whenever I would type "rifflepuff" it tried to autocorrect to "hufflepuff". . .
When I reread these few chapters, my sentences were "Keefe ate a hufflepuff" and "Sophie grabbed a box of hufflepuffs" and "Keefe threw a hufflepuff at Fitz"
I'm sorry, hufflepuffs. What can I say? I'm a slytherin, and it looks like my computer is a slytherin, too. Leave a review that says your Harry Potter house/patronus/favorite character/literally anything because I'm a big potterhead and I'm curious!
I hope you enjoy Keefe throwing hufflepuffs at Fitz in the next few chapters!
Sophie's breath caught in her throat. So it wasn't a dream. It actually happened. She was relieved and happy and kind of scared.
She smiled at Keefe. "Good morning. And I didn't actually mean all those insults, you know."
He smirked down at her, reminding her of how tall he was compared to her. "Oh, I know you didn't mean them. And what I meant to tell you earlier was, I might have dreamed about you."
"Oh? You might have?"
"You always look dreamy, it's hard to tell," he said, winking at her.
She playfully shoved him away. "None of that, now. You know I can't take compliments."
"That's just because you haven't had much practice," he insisted. "From now on, I'm going to give you a compliment every day."
Sophie laughed. "Not necessary. You'll probably forget after day one, anyway."
He leaned closer and smiled. "You wanna bet? I like your hair today, Sophie."
She blushed when he said her name. "Thanks?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Keefe said. "When someone compliments your hair, you're supposed to compliment their hair, too."
"Oh," Sophie said. "I see. This is just you fishing for compliments."
Keefe laughed. "Darn it, Sophie. Looks like you caught me."
She giggled and stuffed a rifflepuff in her mouth. Keefe posed like a model, and she laughed.
"You're too much," Sophie said playfully. "You know-"
Keefe grabbed another rifflepuff and, to her surprise, stuck it in her mouth.
"Shut up," Keefe said teasingly. "I'm trying to pose here."
Sophie laughed and ate the rifflepuff. "Well, you look terrible."
Keefe frowned and leaned closer. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't think I'm hot."
Oh, Sophie definitely thought Keefe was hot. But she wasn't going to say it. Her pride depended on it.
"I don't think you're hot," Sophie said, careful to keep a straight face.
Keefe looked distraught. "What did I do to deserve this kind of criticism?"
Sophie giggled. "It's okay, you can join the club I'm starting. Anyone ugly can join!"
Keefe smiled at Sophie. "First of all, you're not ugly. You're gorgeous. Second, I'm already president of the Foster Fan Club. I can't join your club. Third, you've got a bit of rifflepuff right there."
Keefe swiped a piece of rifflepuff off of the corner of Sophie's mouth and ate it.
Sophie smiled. "That's not hygienic, you know."
Keefe smiled. "You think I care? It's you, Sophie. You know I'd-"
"Care about what?" came Fitz's voice from behind Keefe.