"A walking, talking, toerag?" Giada pulled Avery's hands off her eyes and looked up at him, "Aha!"
She let out a breath and swept her hand across the table to offer him a seat. Hoping this went according to her plan (that wasn't much of a plan, really), Giada sat back against the seat of the booth and smiled tightly at her...acquaintence. Because he wasn't a friend, she didn't want to smother her friends, no. No, Avery was an annoying little bug she hoped to get rid of in a socially acceptablee way, and if not, well. Savannah was dating a big quidditch player who could help get rid of him.
That was a horrible to think about, but.
"What have you been doing with your life?" she asked, only a little interested.
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