Dale wasn’t even going to bother commenting on her whispered words. Better to just disregard them completely. You try telling him how to deal with determined, lovestruck underclassmen in a proper manner. Though Ace would probably be fine with toying with them for her own amusement. Dale didn’t want to deal with that. It was better when these girls were milder, just staring at him without saying anything, but still. He digressed. These girls were definitely just leaping up to the bait Ace was leaving them. Didn’t they know how she worked? Well, he supposed they could consider this a lesson to just leave it alone when it came to her. Otherwise their names would be all over her next posters.
“Poppet? Really?” he muttered as soon as they were out of earshot. He simply shook his head, ignoring some of the glances they got as they walked. Dale didn’t care about rumors. Being one of Ace’s…friends he supposed he could say, came with the full package. Rumors were just meaningless words, if you didn’t react, there was no way they could harm you. But it was because people were so quick to react, so quick to defend, so quick to act like brainless twits that they were so effective. “Thank you for saving me,” he replied dryly. “You certainly are my knight in shining armor. I’m going to put you down now.”
“Well, of course. I could have used pookie,” She replied, flipping through the chart and diagram filled notebook with a mild sort of curiosity; the fact that most of his notes were concerning the properties of animagi. Surely he had managed to become one? It would certainly be disappointing if he hadn’t. And she didn’t generally stick around a person if they turned out to be a disappointment, but who would waste their time on someone like that in the first place? (Yet, as Ace Pruitt, she knew of Molly Weasley’s date to Hogsmeade; poor ickle Lysander better know what he was getting into with that luggage. Pity, Lysander was in her year and she found him quite nice to look at…)
Catching the eye of some blushing Ravenclaw, she smirked as the girl ducked and quickly averted her eyes. “You got yourself quite a following,” She remarked, amused by the entire concept of him having fangirls. Not that it would make it into her flyers, it was her policy not to write about her select group of friends. It wouldn’t do to piss them off because then would she be? No, she learned that last year after Krissi shunned her for writing about dear Georgina and Hugo Weasley. (She swore to Merlin the Weasley family were constantly fucking like goddamn rabbits, soon the entire castle would be fucking redhead.) “That’s better, you’re welcome,” Humming, she unwound her arms after he set her down, though she didn’t move out of his personal space (what was that?) and continued to browse his book. “Y’know, I think it’s supposed to be the other way around, but,” Glancing up, she grimaced. “There is no way in hell am I lifting you up.”
“You Pruitt girls always manage to come up with the most detestable nicknames,” he said dryly. He had known Ace’s older sister Joy since first year and she was one of his closest and dearest friends. His relationship with Joy made his relationship with Ace better in general. Rather than being annoyed with her antics, he was mostly amused. He’d gotten used to her personality as a result of knowing her for so long. Even as she flipped through his important notebook filled with important notes he trusted her enough to not rip or smudge any of the pages. He’d been an Animagus for almost a year now and he was anxious to actually getting to study the magical makeup of the transformation. There wasn’t much he could do at the moment so his notebook was filled with mostly speculation and theories that he planned to pursue once he had the proper resources. Though occasionally he had the opportunity to research and he made sure to adequately cover that in his notebook when he did.
Dale just shrugged at her words. “I suppose,” he murmured, reaching to take his notebook from her. He turned slightly to see the Ravenclaw Ace had looked at earlier and merely tilted his head before she scurried off. Huh. Some people were interesting. Dale didn’t really quite understand the point of having a fanclub especially for someone like him. He wasn’t anyone special. Sure he was smart and girls found him attractive but he hadn’t done anything of significance. Yet, at least. He gave her a mildly amused smirk. “Oh really? I’m sure that conniving brain of yours could think of some way to lift me up,” he replied, tone borderline teasing.