Arms that had been open in anticipation of a hug immediately dropped back to his sides as a magazine was slapped suddenly against the broad expanse of his chest. Ok, so she obviously hadn't been rushing to the front door to affectionately greet him.... so much for wishful thinking. Sighing, he obliged her and immediately snatched the article from her, hazel eyes looking it over with an expression of boredom already beginning to manifest itself.
"It's a tabloid," he told her, arching a brow up at her as though to say 'duh'. On most occasions, the pair would laugh about the ridiculous shit the press managed to come up with... so why was she yelling? And threatening to kick him out? Her threat drove his gaze back down to the picture there... yep, there he was, having lunch with a fellow quidditch player he'd known for years. Again, he couldn't quite see the problem, and looked up at her with a shrug, a goofy smile in place as he went to explain. "Relax, will you? I went and had lunch with a friend of mine the other day. No biggie."
But obviously it was, for some reason, a biggie, and he frowned as that realization dawned on him. Staring at her for a beat, he suddenly looked indignant; it was his turn to wave the magazine in her face. "You believe this shite? Honestly, if I wanted to cheat on you with Melody Gresir, don't you think I would have picked a place that wasn't right in the middle of Hogsmeade?"
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