Macon was unaware of Noël's nervousness when he went off to get drinks. He thought their outfits were perfectly normal and matched - they were married parents, there was no need to dress up sexily or in tight clothes to attract attention or to fit in. He handed her a drink and shrugged, slipping his arm around her waist and looking to where Noël was looking. He didn't mind Odette, she really wasn't his type and well. He didn't quite think she was Noah's type either, but he hadn't talked to her or anything. She had to be something special if she got Noah out of his shell.
"You're prettier," he said with a serious look at Noël, lightly clinking their glasses together with his free hand. "You're gorgeous, Ann. I mean it. She might be some quidditch star, but you're. You. You're my Noël. I don't think you should be worried about any of that. You haven't fussed about Martin's Nick," Macon said, trying his best to soothe her worries. He didn't really get why women could get jealous over each other, it was obvious to him that their men were into them and no one else.
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