At noon, when Wentworth walked into the Great Hall at Hogwarts, a Hufflepuff girl hurried over as soon as he sat down, an envelope in her hand.
The girl shyly glanced at Wentworth, gritted her teeth, and thrust the envelope at him.
Green happened to see what was going on and let out a loud, odd yelp, drawing everyone's attention.
Looking at the envelope in his hand, Wentworth wondered when the atmosphere at Hogwarts had become so open.
But when he gave the girl a closer look, Cassandra's face inevitably came to mind. It was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go back again, he mused.
Just as Wentworth was considering how to turn the girl down without embarrassing either of them, she spoke up.
"Wentworth, could you take a look tonight while you're asleep and tell me whether the man in this envelope is the person I'll marry in the future?"
At her words, Wentworth was taken aback, then seemed to suddenly understand.
Who said Hufflepuffs were all a bit thick? Look at this girl, whose name he couldn't even remember. She'd found such a creative way to deliver a love letter!
If he liked her, he could tell her yes tomorrow. If he didn't, he could simply tell her no. That way, nobody would lose face!
Wentworth gave the girl an approving look. With social skills like that, shouldn't I at least give her a chance?
"What are you talking about?"
Just then, Cedric walked over, an envelope in his hand, and asked curiously.
Wentworth then saw the girl's cheeks turn visibly red. She looked at Cedric with a tender gaze.
At the sight, Wentworth's heart sank as he realized he might have misunderstood something.
Sure enough, when he opened the envelope and had