Deagret loved hugs. Really, really loved them. To be honest, she had a list in her head of the people in her life who gave the best hugs. At the top, was obviously her mom. Because her mom really did give the besthugs--there was just something so magical and happiness-inducing about being hugged by your mom. Graham used to be in second place, but then Dea discovered how tight and heartwarming Elliot's hugs were, and so his ranking shot up.
And his ranking was most definitely sealed in place after this particular hug. She laughed as he tried to pick her up (and failed, but the attempt was appreciated) and managed to spin her around a little bit, the toes of her shoes dragging across the grass. She moved up a hand to pull some strands of hair out of her mouth after he set her back down, and she smiled brightly at her friend. This was the first time she'd seen him! All term! But she preferred this over seeing him in the halls and getting no time to talk at all. That would've been terrible. Come to think of it, she'd been so busy in the beginning of the year, she'd barely gotten to see anyone at all. Except for Kit, since they were in the same house, but they still didn't get to talk much.
Everything was so busy and going so fast, and Deagret wasn't a big fan of that. To think that, in like, two years, she wouldn't have Kit at school anymore? And that Elliot would be gone a year before she graduated?
She was probably thinking too far ahead. Dea knew she was. But she'd always done that, focused on the future instead of the present. She just didn't want to be alone. She wished all her friends were in the same year as her, or that she was a little older, or whatever. But that wasn't reality, and she needed to focus on the now, like Graham was constantly telling her. But even he left this summer--got married, and he and his husband moved to Washington. I know it sucks, but that's life,was what she'd been telling herself for awhile now. Be present, was what her mom always said, and so she decided to be present, because that was what was best for everyone.
"I haven't seen you yet at all and the first thing you do is slander Draco's good name?" She protested. "I bet we're gonna kick Aquila's butt this year! Maybe I won't cheer for you in the stands this year then. Seems like you don't need it." Dea didn't last year either, but that was because rarely went to Quidditch games until she found out she had friends on teams, and then she started cheering for her friends and for Draco. She turned up her nose, trying to hold back a laugh when his next question forced her into I'm hiding somethingmode.
"When I'm finished with it," she responded cooly, and crossed her arms over her chest with a shrug. She'd have to give it to him early--his birthday was during the summer, and she wasn't going to make him wait to get it in the mail or something. So maybe she'd give it to him as a Christmas present? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. "Maybe around Christmas, if I'm done by then," she relented a little.