If Dylan were to try and tell someone that he hadn’t been watching the woman next to him instead of Christopher Reeves at some points throughout the night, he’d be a liar. Well, it wasn’t like he was staring at her in some creepy way or anything, but there were a few times when she did something completely effeminate that made him smirk. Like, for example, the whipped cream stunt she just pulled. Most of the other girls he knew would squirt the stuff onto a spoon or something, before putting it into their mouths; but not Brynn. And he admired that or…something. Maybe it wasn’t so much admiration as it was amusement. He was amused by it. That would explain why he was glancing over at her with a smirk, reaching out to take a handful of sprinkles before he sat back and dumped them into his mouth.
“Superman would be badass at Quidditch.” He said as he munched away on the waxy chocolate candy. “Bastard wouldn’t even need a broom.”
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