Is She A Veela?
Jonsubtlychecks another quiet glance at her, as she continues on, passionately animated in conversation.
He leans over slightly to Sam, "Who is that girl down there? She keeps looking over here..." he says, now sipping his drink casually, "The one with the silver hair? She's a Veela, right?"
Tormund peers down the aisle only to grimace a face of disgust.
Sam grins back at him wide, humming in amusement. "Ah boys," he croons over to Gendry and two other Gryffindor boys whose names Jon forgot, "It seems like our new roommate, does not yet know who Daenerys Targ—"
Tormund shoots up, banging a fist on the table, "Don't say her name!" he warns dramatically. "It's cursed."
Gendry's brandy eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. “Oh boy, here we go..."
"I'm serious, Gen?" Tormund flips up a brow, tapping his finger to his temple, "She knows everything," then he taps his ears, "She hears everything."
Gendry scoffs, waving an open hand out. “She's a Targaryen for fucks sake," he scoffs again, "Not an all-powerful god."
Jon nearly spits out his drink. "Wait— Did you say Targaryen?" he pauses incredulously. "You're joking."
Gendry laughs knowingly, "No, no my friend, it's the truth," he whispers darkly. "That's no Veela. Just a bloody, hell-bound she dragon—"
"She's no dragon, you git," Tormund interjects, "Only men can be dragons, everyone knows that.”
”What? A dragon?” Jon scrunches his face. “Why can’t a girl—“
”Aww, poor Snow... You’re so new and naive...” Tormund wistfully turns to Gendry with pretend pity, “I forgot you know nothing about anyone here.” His brows dip down condescendingly, “A Targaryen dragon is not an actual fire-breathing dragon.” He looks at Gendry, “Just take her madman father in Azkaban for example— I mean, he can't be burnt by fire, but he can damn sure rot in hell."
“I know what a Targaryen dragon is.” Jon squints, yet still newly confused, "But I thought, there were no Targaryens left besides him and Grindelwald?"
"Exactly, Jon. True Targaryens are men, not little girls," he declares, "But Grindelfuck has only a quarter Targ blood in him.” He sips his ale unimpressed, “He's no purebred."
Sam winces in disappointment, "Do you have to talk like that? They're not animals?"
”Grindelwald is an animal, Sam.” Gendry points out.
Tormund shrugs, ignoring them. "I'm just saying Snow, you're better off keeping yer distance from the pretty one... She's a pureblood princess. And she hates muggleborns."
Gendry sputters out an obnoxious laugh. "That's a fucking lie?" He grins defensively, "Where do you hear these things even? She's nothing like how they were."
He shrugs his shoulders. "Well she's annoying as all hell in class, I know that much." He leans in with a gossiping hand, "And, I heard she draws Grindelwald's symbol in her textbooks."
"Okay, now you're just making shit up." Gendry spits. "She's just a bossy know-it-all. Not a muggle-hating psychopath—"
"She's a nightmare," Tormund chides.
"Alright, Tormund, enough please? You're giving me a headache." Sam says, standing up. "I'm going to find Gilly." He bends over to Jon, smiling through his teeth, "Sorry Jon. I would say they're not usually like this, but... they are."
"It's alright," Jon smirks, "I'll see you before potions." And then glancing down the aisle behind Sam, he frowns in suspended realization. "Uhm..."
Wait a minute...
He scratches his beard, "Is it just me or is she actually headed over here right now?" They all turn around at once, gaping as Daenerys Targaryen gracefully marches over, Arya trotting impatiently after her. "I'm not crazy right... She's looking right at us?"
"Oh shit, she is— Bloody fucking tits." Tormund panics. "I told you she can hear our thoughts?! I fucking told you!" he smacks Gendry. "Snow, mention anything I just said, and I'll kill you."
Gendry chuckles, mumbling under his breath, "You're a fucking coward. She's just a girl."
The redheaded boy punches his arm hard. "Shut up. Your girlfriend's coming over too. Don't want her to hear your sailor mouth, now, do ya?"
"Owww—" Gendry echoes, “God, why do you always have to hit me so hard," he rubs his arm. "And she's not my girlfriend," he bites back, adding on quickly, "She's a friend. Who happens to like my sailor mouth, by the way."
Tormund chokes on his drink scandalously. “What??”
"Shut up!" Gendry laughs, "I didn't mean it like that— I meant like she likes to swear too!"
“Sure, sure. Of course.” Tormund feigns assurance, then wiggles his eyebrows flirtatiously.
And that's just enough to make the two of them stop bickering, and burst into a fit of laughter— that is until... they all slow to an awkward silence, peering up at the two girls, now standing confidently in front of them.
Dany and Arya smirk back at them, greeting mischievous expressions.