As the excitement bubbled up within the young Hufflepuff, colour exploded over the mane of white-blonde hair that he’d left to its own devices that day. The colours mixed and quickly settled on a flame red - ginger - that oddly matched Roxi in a round-about way; even though, as she frequently reminded him, she was only half ginger; just like Debbie from Ravenclaw was only half Lesbian. Sevastian wasn’t half anything he didn’t think. He wasn’t Half-Blooded and he certainly wasn’t the half-empty-glass kind of guy. His glass was filled to the top; his blood was as pure as the snow his pallor was often compared to. Perhaps it was only his sock drawer; the sock drawer that was so lacking in socks, that remained half of anything. Certainly though, life was ruled in halves and wholes. For once, Sevastian wondered what it would be like if it was a quarter - or an eighth.
Though, he was sure these thoughts were due to his mind being addled with sugar.
Like Roxi had done, Sevastian pressed his face up against the glass, drinking in the sights to behold with his silvery orbs. He glanced up at the man - who couldn’t have been anymore than eighteen or nineteen - behind the counter and smiled brightly. He returned the smile slowly and slyly, causing Sevastian to flush pink and look away under the imposing gaze. He cleared his throat and looked at Roxi as she waffled on about fudge. His mind was working at the same pace though he did so silently. His mind was buzzing inside its little bony capsule. It wanted Mint and Caramel just like she did but it also wanted Hazelnut and some weird flavour that had to do with dates and fruits of the forest. Sevvy lifted his head and opened his mouth to ask the man to bag up the fudge but he seemingly beat him to it, his low baritone filling Sevastian’s ears and warming its way through his body.
“Find what you wanted, doll?”
Pitifully, Sevastian’s heart sank. He sucked in a shaky breath and fumbled for his wallet that he’d tucked into one of the inner pockets of his bag. He lowered his head, the colour of his hair dimming with embarrassment and shame, and he managed to retrieve his wallet, despite his shaking hands unable to quite pry the small change out of one of the even tinier inner pockets. He pulled the clasp on his wallet and opened it up, managing to take from it a few galleons to pay for the fudge with. Sevastian cleared his throat and licked his lips anxiously before poking his finger against the glass, gesturing to the first stack of fudge that Roxi had asked for.
“Raspberry please - and, um,” Sevastian swept his finger across the surface, caressing the cool glass with the pad off his elongated finger. It was a Krum trait, to have ‘pianists fingers’ apparently. “Caramel, please, and Mint Chocolate. Um.” Sevastian then gestured to a few other fudges and the man obliged, that irksome smirk lingering on his lips as he shovelled scoop after scoop of fudge into little brown paper bags. By the time he was finished with his request, there were a dozen or so bags on the counter and the man looked incredibly pleased with himself - it was hardly a day’s work though.
“So, how about your name?” He asked, winking. Sevastian bit his lip and felt his cheeks warm up again.
“How much for the fudge?” Sevastian asked quietly.
“Two galleons, eighteen sickles and your name.” He purred, leaning over the counter to get a better look at Sevastian.
“Oh, um.” Sevastian took a step back, his blush disappearing underneath his shirt. “Really, I’m sorry...we have to go. Can I just give you four galleons?”
The man sighed. “Sure.”
Sevastian handed the galleons over and stole the bags from the side before hurrying Roxi away, or at least, guiding her towards the door. He didn’t want to stay under the man’s gaze for longer than necessary. He felt exposed, naked, and although the feeling was oddly thrilling, Sevastian knew it was far from proper.