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“Aesop’s looking at you again.” Mirabel leans over and whispers at you conspiratorially in a sing-song voice from where you’re leaning against the bar in The Three Broomsticks.
You peek over your shoulder and catch him looking your way. He shoots you a soft smile before turning to refocus on the rather animated conversation Dinah and Ronen are having to his left.
Lovingly, you nudge her side, “Stop stirring the cauldron Mirabel, you menace.”
“I can’t help it! I’ve never seen Aesop like this, and you two would be just perfect,” she sighs dramatically at the end, and you roll your eyes fondly as you make your way back to the table with the round of drinks.
“Aesop, when are you going to just ask out Evaline?” Sharp chokes a cough out over the sip of the drink he’s just taken. “It’s a bit on the nose to be mooning over an Astronomy Professor, don’t you think?”
“Mirabel!” You squeak next to her, hiding your embarrassment in your drink as Sharp starts to blush.
Ronen’s laugh booms around the room as he claps his friend on the shoulder, “Sharp, are you sure you’re a Slytherin? Because you’re currently an awful shade of Gryffindor Red.”
He’s doubled over at his own joke, and Sharp is turning a deeper shade of crimson. You have to intervene.
“Stop terrorising us you lot,” you send him a sheepish smile and slide your hand across the table to grasp his hand. “We’re actually together already.”
“What!” Mirabel is indignant by your side. “I can’t believe you two kept that quiet.” A barrage of questions start heading your way, but all you feel is the soft feel of his thumb stroking the back of your hand and the reassuring half-grin Sharp is sending your way. It sparks a different kind of warmth.