Roald Krum is actually a dragon. (roald) wrote in ainsworthu,
(wtf, i thought i replied to this. sorry!)
Roald looked over at her and then over at the university buildings, absently picking a leaf off the tree and rolling it between his fingers. "That time, perhaps, but I think you have enough ridiculous-looking pictures of me to sufficiently blackmail me for life, come to think of it," his smile widened impossibly more, remembering the various occasions when they had playfully threatened to do just that to one another.
"That we did," he agreed, but at that point was unsure what to say. He wasn't uncomfortable with silence, and didn't feel any sort of urge to fill the void -- and he didn't want to push. (He also tended to not be very good at serious conversation.) But at the same time, Roald wouldn't be one to pretend that everything was suddenly the same; he turned his head to look at her, blinking in surprise when he met her gaze.