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She's proud of her handiwork (and he loves it)✨💅

Drew this lil thing as a cover for my "Valentine's*" fic, which I just finished off today!💕It's up on AO3 and Wattpad! Snippet under the cut.

“Thank you,” she says softly. “For the handkerchief.”

A lump rises in Ominis’ throat. He manages to nod.

“If you could—” Allegra clears her throat. “—Gaunt, please don’t—”

“Tell?” he finishes. He sighs, flashing her a brief smile. “A talent of mine, if you’d believe it.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Fair.”

Another smile. She’d stolen many from him tonight.

“I should get back to Gryffindor. You should get back to Prefect duty,” she says. She rises to her feet, marked by a whirl of skirts and a brief rush of air. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He stands and listens to her walk away, each footstep growing softer as she slowly makes her way down the stairs.

Then:

“Gaunt?”

Ominis tilts his head. “Chant?”

“You shouldn’t use such cheap silk for your handkerchiefs,” she says loftily. “It’ll give you pimples.” She hmphs, although there is a teasing note in it. “You’d think a Gaunt would be able to tell the difference.”

Ominis smirks. “Five points from Gryffindor.”

She laughs, and Ominis hears the swoosh of her hair as she tosses it, marching away in a chorus of clicking heels.