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Otto’s expression dropped a little when she quickly got on the defensive, brows lifting as he held up his hands as though proving he wasn’t armed, still clutching onto the box of taffy. “Okay, you’re not pretending.” He relented, though he definitely still had his doubts. Slytherins could be so touchy sometimes – touchy and condescending, but he liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. She was talking to him despite his yellow and black accents that proved he was a Badger, and while she was treating him like an idiot for not having heard of this supposed saying about men and taffy, she wasn’t being cruel. A little condescending, maybe, but that was to be expected from a Slytherin.

When she translated the phrase, Otto looked down to the box of taffy he had been holding onto, now holding it in both hands as he examined it.

“I never really thought of it as soft, but I guess if that’s the word you wanna use…” He looked back up at her. “I’d prefer to think of it as being sweet, and just a little difficult.” He said, that smile of his returning. He thought that was a much better way of describing himself, as well as the candy that he was holding onto so dearly.