“You? A bad influence? Never”
Seva jerked her head at him, gesturing at his towering tattooed form and crinkling her nose in amusement. She was teasing of course, he seemed like a genuinely good guy, a lot nicer than she remember him being at Hogwarts. People change as time passes, she reminded herself, never counting herself among the people she knew that had in fact matured with age. Seva was reminded more than once in recent weeks that she should, that she needed to change or else she was going to get quite a shock. But Julian? He seemed as if he had really come into his own and in a way Seva as jealous. Her expression seemed crestfallen for a moment but as she looked up at him and watched as he swept his jacket up and then draped it over her shoulders, she couldn’t help but show him a glowing smile. Then, her heart melted as he zipped up the jacket for her, blown away by the tender gesture.
“And look, how chivalrous? How could you ever be a bad influence?” She slipped her arms through the sleeves, which was easy because of how much room she had and laughed at how floppy the sleeves were on her. The material went on for what seemed like a meter after her arms ended. She giggled and pointed at him, trying not to laugh harder at how the sleeve flopped about. “You sir, are a gentleman of the highest order. And doesn’t it?” She said, looking herself up and down and spinning around. “I may steal it from you…with some alterations, of course.”
She followed him outside into the cool late summer air and watched as he lit up, pondering over whether or not she wanted to ask for a drag, or go for the more rebellious move of asking for one of her own. She smiled as he laughed at her, her eyes following the plumes of smoke that erupted out of his nose and his mouth as he forced out laugh after laugh. His laugh was hearty and she appreciated that he found what she’d said so funny, especially considering she was only half kidding. She really was serious, if it weren’t for the fact that felt like such an old friend, she might be flirting with him right now. With that thought in mind, she really watched him for a minute or two and shook her head, her lips curling into a smile. Nah, at least not now.
“If relationships were meant to be easy, there wouldn’t be any game to it, you know? I think the different dynamics makes it so much more interesting – no two people are alike.”
Seva looked around the back alley of the shop for another crate and finding one, took a seat on it and let the jacket billow and crumple around her, settling into it as if it were a swaddling cloth. It was warm and comfortable and smelled like him, cigarette smoke being the strongest scent she could pick up. She found that strangely comforting though and let her eyes fall closed for a minute, taking it in. Smiling, she opened her eyes again and looked up at him, cocking her head to the side. A thought occurred to her and she had to chuckle, it was so farfetched. That and she doubted there’d be an affirmative answer to her question, but she figured she would ask it anyway.
“Hey Julian,” she paused, weighing whether or not she should actually go through with this, being that it was a sore subject for her. “Do you remember Theron Rousseau at all? He was in my year, a Ravenclaw. Tall, brooding, possibly a sociopath?”