My MC is a female so I'm going in feminine pronouns. It was very small mentioning.
It just something short about Andre and Talbott.
English isn't my native language, so forgive me for any minor mistakes.
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Hogwarts Mystery belongs to Jam City, Warner Brothers and Portkey Games. I don't own anything.
Andre was on the floor of his dormitories with papers all over the room. He was overwhelmed with designs for the celestial ball. But after he told everyone that he is 'Andre Egwu: Style Wizard', he didn't have a choice. He needed to design outfits for Rowan, Ben, himself and three outfits for their amazing leader because she was so focus in her friends so she forgot about her ball outfits. It was always his hobby and he was very glad to get a chance to do more with his talent. He didn't even have the time to read his cousin's letter yet because he has plenty things to do.
When Talbott got inside his dormitories he didn't have any place to walk. 'Andre? How I'm supposed to get to my bed?'
'I'm sorry Talbott, I'm busy in designing outfits to our friends.' Andre said.
'Your friends.' Talbott muttered.
'Right, because you don't have any friends.' Andre noted, they did this discussion all the time.
'You really need to design so many things?' Talbott complained.
'Yes, to everyone who asked me, I could design something for you if you changed your mind and you want to come to the ball.' Andre suggested.
'No thanks you, I'm not going to social events.' Talbott reminded him.
'I could create something in the last minute if you'll change your mind.' Andre told him.
Talbott walked slowly between the parchments on the floor, trying not to step on them or drop one of the ink bottles. When he looked at his night stand, he saw something missing. 'You took my parchments?!'
'Yes, I needed more.' Andre answered.
'But they were mine! I wrote stuff about them!' Talbott called.
'What? They seemed empty.' Andre shrugged.
'Because I put them on the blank side!' Talbott explained.
Andre turned over one of the parchments and saw short lines in there. He couldn't read it properly because of the colourful ink he used. 'You are writing poetry?'
'It's none of your business!' Talbott snapped.
'I know, I'm sorry, it's just sweet.' Andre smiled.
'And now you ruined it! You can't read it anymore!' Talbott rushed off the room, dropping on of the ink bottles on one of the dress designs.
'I'm sorry,' Andre muttered, though Talbott couldn't hear it.
Talbott avoided Andre for the couple of few weeks. he was a bit ashamed Andre knew about his hobby and very angry for ruined his work. It wasn't very hard to avoid him because he didn't talk to him that much and he was mostly alone in the Owlery. When he came back to his dormitories, he found a pile of parchments with his poems restored. 'Andre, what have you done?' Talbott asked and crossed his arms.
'I saw how mad you were because I compromised your poems, I felt bad so I deciphered what was written and I wrote it again.' Andre explained.
'How did you succeeded to do that?' Talbott wondered.
'Don't get upset, but I asked a bit of help from Badeea. She is the only one who understand enough in colours and charms.' Andre admitted.
'So, she knows about that too?!' Talbott called.
'You don't need to be ashamed, you are very talented in poetry.' Andre reassured him.
'Thanks,' Talbott muttered and blushed.
Author note: Andre's cousin who mentioned is Joles, I really liked her in the mission with the Demiguise, she was amazing and I wanted to mentioned her somehow.