Marin exchanged glances with Wini as they observed the other two together. I know, his eyes said as they met Wini’s. Phillip wasn’t even trying to hide it, how scandalous. Well, the Ravenclaw had been holding out on them, it turned out. Without cracking into his secret diary, it seemed that the Hufflepuff detective duo weren’t so amazing at sleuthing after all. He didn’t know why he – or Wini – was so surprised, though. Phillip and Billie spent an awful lot of time together. He and Wini spent a lot of time together, but that was different.
By now, Marin had decided he liked Billie’s face. Quite symmetrical, dreamy – in the sense that she was a dreamer, not in the sense that he thought she was dreamy, at least not to him – unusual eyes. Actually, now that he was paying attention, her eyes were a very similar shade of pale green to Lip’s, though about forty times the size. Both blonde, too, hmm. Marin flicked his eyes from one face to the other, thinking that despite their deceptive height difference (nine inches, he guessed?), they looked quite similar. Marin disapproved; wasn’t it weird to make out with someone who looked like your sibling?
He glanced down at Wini, remembering that they’d accidentally dressed in matching clothes. Well, that wasn’t the same at all, was it? It was fine to match with your friends. He looked up as the line in front of him cleared, and he stepped forward. He hadn’t even noticed the fact that Winifred was giving him her puppy eyes. “One scoop of vanilla please… no, in a cup,†he corrected, “And…†Marin trailed off, glancing at Winifred, waiting for her to order as he pulled out his wallet. He gave Winifred a look when Billie called their friend Phillip. A part of him approved; he wasn't the biggest fan of nicknames, as was evidenced by his six-year-long friendship with Winifred, rather than Wini. But it was still strange to hear her use a name that he didn't associate with Lip Donnelly.