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Taylor rolled her eyes at Echo’s comment, landing on Milan’s as he piped up, claiming that he had a third position that he would have to pass over to Daphne instead of her. She was almost sure he had just made that up on the spot to spite her. However, she glanced nervously at her blonde friend, who sported an over-eager expression at the thought of holding a title. Blue eyes glanced back at Milan, who seemed to realize what he had just done and walked over to the board, debating for a moment before printing Taylor’s name next to ‘Managing Photog. Editor”. The Gryffindor blinked for a moment, unsure if he was being serious or not. Part of her expected the Wellbeloves to turn around and yell out “just kidding!!!” in unison as they crossed out her name and humiliated her in front of not only Daphne, but also Syd who had just walked in. On the other hand, Taylor could feel some sort of possible excitement building up inside of her, as if she wanted to hold a title at the Daily Dragon and worked so hard to get there. Never a million years did she think that was even possible with the Wellbeloves running the paper, yet here they were.

Taylor stayed quiet as she continued watching Milan’s next move, which was to put her name under the Fashion Column. Albeit she was third on the list, she still made the list. The brunette was sure he was joking, until he explained that they all needed the experience, and proceeded to place Daphne under General Photography. She looked over at the blonde, who seemed a little disappointed (although very clearly trying to hide it). “Thanks, Daph,” she responded slowly to the congratulations. Taylor felt like she had just been the target of a cruel joke that never ended up happening, but it looked like perhaps, Daphne was the target? Looking back at Milan, she nodded to show she understood where she stood, and walked over to sit with Daphne as they waited for more students to arrive. “Hey,” she whispered, pausing before continuing in a hushed tone. “You okay?”

Taylor strutted into the Daily Dragon room, intrigued for the club’s first meeting. Echo had been instructing others on what they couldn’t submit ideas for, which had specifically been any articles on the Art Festival as the girls already had that covered. “They turned out good, huh?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down at Milan as he looked over the photos that she and Echo had developed from the event. One photo that was missing from the world’s existence was the photo that her mum had taken of the two of them, which Taylor vowed to keep hidden from the public. Firstly, she didn’t want people to think that she and Echo were friends. They were hardly willing to even be colleagues. Second, and arguably a more important reason than the first, was that she would walk in shame if the student body saw them in the same outfit. The embarrassment would cut so deeply that the fourth year had decided to leave her dress at home and only ever wear it in the summertime casually. That dress would never see another event or party.

Taylor dropped her bag onto a seat and sat down in the chair next to it, carefully placing her camera on the table to avoid damaging it. “Oh, by the way, I know you don’t want another article on the Art Festival, but what about Fashion at the Art Festival?” she asked rhetorically as she pulled out an envelope with dozens of photos, smaller in size than those that highlighted the performances and booths. Many festival goers had put together crazy, sometimes cute, outfits to have fun in, and the brunette had seen that weekend as an opportunity to take candid photos of the different looks. “We could even use the one of you,” she suggested, referring to the photo of Echo that had made its way into the pile for the main Art Festival column. After all, there was no viable proof of Taylor wearing the same thing that could be used against them. “What d’ya think?” she asked, dumping the photos out onto the table for display. Taylor then took a form to fill out, giving the other girl some time to look the pictures over and make a decision.