He let out a small chuckle, and Ralph shook his head slightly back and forth. "People like you, don't even give me that crap," he started, inclining his chin slightly and rolling his eyes in the process. Everyone loved Dedalus-- well, except Slytherins, but even then, no one liked them anyway. They probably just unconditionally hated everyone on the fact that everyone hated them. Or something like that.
Ralph's mood suddenly fell, though, to the mention of Miranda. His face contorted a bit into a frown and he leaned back into the chair crossing his arms over his chest. What had he heard about Miranda? Nothing. Like always for the past... how many weeks. No one really talked to him, remember? Ralph's mouth pulled together tight and he let out a long breath. "No, not really," Ralph said slowly, letting his mind tick to figure out why Dedalus would be asking him this.
It could be something... bad. Or good, Ralph supposed. Either way, he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to hear anything about her at this point. But of course, he had to know, painstakingly or not. "Why?"
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