Chapter 8 : Different is an understatement
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It’s not like I could help it much. Not only was Lysander in my spot, but he had looked absolutely incredible doing it. It really wasn’t fair.
I was almost to the bottom of the stairs when I heard quick footsteps following me down.
Lysander. Probably the last person I wanted to see. I completely humiliate myself in front of him and he thinks has the nerve to follow after me?
He is so Luna’s son.
Trying to evade him is seemingly impossible, seeing as he’s a million times faster than me. I’m hoping if he sees me trying to leave he’ll stop following.
Of course, because Lysander is never one to conform to the standards of society, he does the exact opposite. He reaches out and grabs my wrist, stopping me completely.
“What the hell Lysander?” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s low, bitter, and completely out of character.
“Why did you run?” His words are calm, as though he hadn’t even noticed my harsh words.
“I made a complete arse of myself, why wouldn’t I run?”
Wow Potter, quite a mouth on you today.
Yes brain, this is the perfect time to interject with a comment like that.
“What are you – ” The bell rang overhead, cutting off whatever he was going to say.
“We’re talking later, okay? I have to get to Charms.”
He tightened his grip on the strap of his bag and hurried down the hall.
We’re talking later.
When did he get so bossy?
I was determined to avoid the Tower, if only to be stubborn. I spent the afternoon in my dorm, writing to Al and James. I tried to avoid writing my mum; she liked to go on about the Auror Academy.
Eventually it came time for dinner, so I reluctantly left the comfort of my four-poster bed and headed for the Great Hall.
I took my time, so of course, by the time I got there was only one seat left; between Lysander and Ella.
Luckily, Roxanne was diagonally across from me, so I had something to distract me from Lysander’s close proximity.
It only got worse; I was eating my pudding, carefree and enjoying the chocolatyness, when it happened. I had a hand on my lap, the other on my spoon, and Lysander to hold of my free hand and pressed a small piece of parchment into it.
The worst part was the butterflies that filled my stomach.
I carefully unfolded the note and risked a quick glance at it under the table.
Meet me at the Tower after dinner.
I didn’t touch my pudding after that.
Everyone started filing out of the Great Hall soon after, including Roxanne, who was quick to pull me in the direction of the Common Room.
“If you don’t mind Roxie, I thought I would go to the library and do some studying.”
I’m a terrible liar, but why wouldn’t she believe me? If I told her I was meeting Lysander I’d never here the end of it.
I had never been so cautious climbing the stairs to the North Tower before, not even as a first year,
When I did get to the top I was comforted by seeing Lysander so casual. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading the book from before.
He looked up when I walked in and immediately stated towards me. His book lay on the floor, forgotten.
He stopped only four feet away from me, so close I felt I could reach out and touch him, though I didn’t dare try.
It felt like hours, but the silence had probably only lasted ten minutes. Over his shoulder, I could see the sun begin to set.
“You are so…different.”
My eyes snapped from the sun to meet his, the almost purple-blue making my dull baby blues seem gray in comparison.
“I’ve been trying to figure you out all year, but I can’t.” It seemed to hurt him as he admitted it.
“What do you want to know?” The words were out of my mouth before I have thought them though.
“You’re so quiet. Surreal even. The opposite of your brothers. I just want to know why.”
“My dad says it’s because I’m a girl. My mom says it’s because I have so much of my dad in me. I think it’s because I’m bad at magic.”
“Bad at magic?” The concept had probably never crossed his mind.
I sighed. “Why brag about something you don’t have? I can’t fly a broom like James, I’m a Squib compared to Albus. It’s not fair.”
“You’re right, it’s not.”
It’s ridiculous; really, how sometimes all you really need is for someone to say exactly what you’ve been thinking all this time.
Lysander is really good at that.
“You really think so?”
“Yeah, of course. It’s not fair for someone to not have one real talent. Everyone had one.”
He was walking closer, filling the slight gap between us as her spoke.
“Oh yeah? What’s your talent then?” I challenged.
“So you see, you have to have a talent. The only question is what it is…”
He trailed off, standing close than ever.
Insert panic mode.
“I-it’s probably almost curfew, we should get going.”
For the second time that day, I ran out of the North Tower.
My mother would be pleased. It’s better than sticking your elbow in butter.
Ah! Short chapter! *flounders pathetically*
The next one will be longer. Promise.
I’m trying very hard to not rush their relationship, but those two are like magnets.
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