"But MOM..." Steph whined as her Abby dragged her in. "I don't want to go! I was supposed to go to Jenette's party tonight. Why make me come here? This is Kittu's dad's party! I spend enough time avoiding the freak at school."
"Stephanie!" Abby snapped slightly as she turned. "You will go, and you will have fun."
"Fine." Steph sulked, hurridly making her way into a corner, away from everyone, where she could make sure that if she saw Kittu she could escape esily.
Kittu saw Steph and his jaw dropped instantly. STEPH. WAS AT. HIS HOUSE. HIS HOUSE. Where he lived. Like... wow.
After a moment of staring at her dumbstruck, he practically dove into the wc to straighten his tie and make sure his hair looked okay. He may or may not have popped a breath mint in as well. He hopped Steph hadn't spotted his desperate retreat so that he could still make a suave approach towards her.
Well, Steph may not have noticed, but Kittu's mum did. Her face lit up instantly with understanding when she saw Kittu go into preening mode. Picking up a small tray of h'orderves and made her way over to where the young Slytherin sat sulking. "Excuse me," she said sweetly, "Are you hungry, dear?" She offered the tray. "Ohhhhhh, you must be one of Kittu's friends from school! I'm so glad you could come!"
Stephanie looked up as she heard the older woman approach, ready to walk away until she realized that she was one of the hosts of this shindig, and that would be rude. She smiled faintly, shaking her head lightly. "I'm fine thanks."
She nearly choked on her own words when his mother thought she was one of his school friends. "Well...we're not really...friends..." She said slowly, trying to think of a better way to phrase what she wanted to say, so it wasn't as ruse as your son is a little perv who should stay the hell out of my way before I hex his balls off. She didn't think that would go over well.
"Ah, I see," Mrs. Mathur said wisely, popping one of the h'orderves into her own mouth, and unabashedly surveying the girl in front of her. She seemed a bit... old for Kittu, but she wasn't going to scold her for being the object of a schoolboy crush. "Well, I'm glad you've come. Are you here on your own?"
"Ah? Oh good, oh good," Mrs. Mathur said, nodding. Unlike Dilip, who knew everybody, she had a much harder time keeping people straight in her mind, largely because Dilip saw these people on a regular basis through his job, whereas she, being a housewife and a Muggle anyway, did not. "So, ah... who is your mother, exactly?"
"Um..Abigail McCoy? She's over there." Steph said as she gestured towards a small group of people near the side of the room. Abby caught her eye and shot her a look about mingling and having a good time, and Steph rolled her eyes.
Smitha looked over her shoulder but did not recognize the name or the woman it went with. "Oh," she said, a bit flatly. "That's... nice. So, how's school?" she asked, wondering whether Kittu was still at the toilet. If he was hogging the wc, she'd give him a tight slap for doing so when guests might have needed it.
"Stephanie!" Abby snapped slightly as she turned. "You will go, and you will have fun."
"Fine." Steph sulked, hurridly making her way into a corner, away from everyone, where she could make sure that if she saw Kittu she could escape esily.
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After a moment of staring at her dumbstruck, he practically dove into the wc to straighten his tie and make sure his hair looked okay. He may or may not have popped a breath mint in as well. He hopped Steph hadn't spotted his desperate retreat so that he could still make a suave approach towards her.
Well, Steph may not have noticed, but Kittu's mum did. Her face lit up instantly with understanding when she saw Kittu go into preening mode. Picking up a small tray of h'orderves and made her way over to where the young Slytherin sat sulking. "Excuse me," she said sweetly, "Are you hungry, dear?" She offered the tray. "Ohhhhhh, you must be one of Kittu's friends from school! I'm so glad you could come!"
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She nearly choked on her own words when his mother thought she was one of his school friends. "Well...we're not really...friends..." She said slowly, trying to think of a better way to phrase what she wanted to say, so it wasn't as ruse as your son is a little perv who should stay the hell out of my way before I hex his balls off. She didn't think that would go over well.
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