As the lady insists
Sun Oct 22, 2017 03:12

Nolan blinked. Why wouldn’t it be proper? Going to Pearl Street in the middle of the day was a far cry from anything indecent. He was new to the school and part of getting to know his classmates was going places with them besides class, when you didn’t really have time to talk because you had to do blah partner work. He even would’ve offered to pay for Claudia’s ice cream. That was the gentlemanly thing to do when you went somewhere with a lady, even platonically. Nolan had paid when he went to Finnegan’s Flavors with Myffi too. She seemed unsure when he offered so he’d offered again, because those were the rules. Girls said no the first time to be modest or whatever, and then you had to offer again so they wouldn’t feel like they were imposing, and they could say yes the second time. On the second try Myffi had let him pay for her organic gluten-free cruelty-free lemon slush ice or whatever it was she’d gotten. That made sense. Nolan figured if he was a girl he would let guys buy things for him all the time. Assuming he was a pretty enough girl that they’d want to anyway.

He’d vaguely recognized Claudia’s name—there were an awful lot of wizarding Dubois families, but if he had to cast a spell in the dark he would guess she was from one of the better ones. The kind that preferred boys and girls of a certain age to have a chaperone with them. Which he got. If he was a dad with a pretty blonde daughter he wouldn’t let teenage boys anywhere near her without a large dose of Veritaserum and an Unbreakable Vow or two.

(Not that Nolan was thinking about anything like that. Right now. Just ice cream. Absolutely nothing improper about cold ice cream.)

Oh. There might be an explanation. She’d recognized his name back. Was that it? His mild surprise turned into mild irritation sure as if Claudia had Transfigured it. As if the Ramseys were the only family who’d ever had a scandal. And, granted, it was a pretty damn bad scandal. He wasn’t arguing that. But Nolan couldn’t help it that his uncle murdered his other uncle. It wasn’t like Nolan was an—what was the word? Started with an A. Nolan was usually good at finding the right word from stuff like that. Associate, accomplice, aider-and-abettor—accessory, that was it. He had nothing to do with it. Just because he was related to a kinslaying nutjob didn’t make him one.

Nolan felt a blush creeping up his neck and ears, turning them pink. Pinker than his normal ruddy complexion, anyway. This was why the Ramseys hadn’t gone to the normal holiday parties this year. First because they were officially in mourning, and second because a bunch of the families they went to the season with could drown in a rainstorm for having their noses stuck so far up, and all they’d want to do would be talk about Felix and Virgil, if they even wanted to talk to the Ramseys. The funeral had been bad enough.

Of course Nolan would get back from RMI in time to go for the summer season, which was mostly debutante balls but sometimes had equestrian events. He liked those quite a lot actually. Now that he was the heir and fifteen he’d probably get to compete in some of the social season races. That’d be fun.

Anyway, Nolan didn’t quite care enough to ask why Claudia had said it wouldn’t be proper, and he was pretty sure he knew anyway, so it was time to go, definitely. “Well, I’m not one to argue with a lady,” he said. It felt like he’d said it awkwardly even though it was a pretty neutral, polite statement. He gave her another deferential nod. “See you around, then, Miss Dubois. Have a nice day.”

He set off down the corridor for real this time. Maybe he would try that tuna sandwich flavor after all.

  • Then likewise - Claudia, Tue Oct 17 12:26
    The older student stayed longer enough to hear her apology and her introduction. Claudia breathed a sigh of relief as she convinced herself she would have been equality determined to extend good... more
    • As the lady insists - Nolan, Sun Oct 22 03:12
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