[ She gets a shrewd look right back, weighty, calculating. A little like a game of chess -- only with trust. His eyebrows raise, cool, even as his thumb fiddles with the edge of the slip. ]
I suppose we could. Hypothetically.
[ The house elves don't often ask questions, and Hufflepuff's common room is right next to the kitchens. Conveniently located. ]
...tell me, Davies, would you fancy a picnic some evening? Out on the grounds?
[ His tone -- still oh-so-very-casual -- makes it clear that this is an invitation amongst thieves: her, him, a basketful of raw meat, and a stolen trip out to the Forbidden Forest. Breaking the rules together is the only hand of friendship he knows how to extend. ]
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I suppose we could. Hypothetically.
[ The house elves don't often ask questions, and Hufflepuff's common room is right next to the kitchens. Conveniently located. ]
...tell me, Davies, would you fancy a picnic some evening? Out on the grounds?
[ His tone -- still oh-so-very-casual -- makes it clear that this is an invitation amongst thieves: her, him, a basketful of raw meat, and a stolen trip out to the Forbidden Forest. Breaking the rules together is the only hand of friendship he knows how to extend. ]