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Chapter 28 : Waiting
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I spent dinner that night sitting with Kenny and the boys, chatting and laughing with them and pretending to have a grand ol’ time. I especially made sure to pay close attention whenever Talon contributed to the conversation; I made ample eye contact, nodded whenever he made a point, smiled whenever he smiled, asked him to explain things further, and laughed at his jokes.
The effect of my attention on him was as plain as day. The boy furtively snuck glances at me whenever someone else was talking and puffed up like a puffskein whenever I agreed with him.
My plan was clearly working. With Kenny’s help, getting him to ask me out was going to be a piece of cake.
Boys were so easily fooled sometimes.
After dinner, we headed for the common room where I chose to single Talon out for some one-on-one time.
Scorpius and Tybalt headed for one of the tables where they pulled out some essay they were working on last minute. Kenny, with a nudge from me, went over to Leighton, who had followed us into the common room, to distract her from what I was doing, which was following Talon over to one of the couches in front of the fire where he had his own homework laid out to complete.
“What are you working on?” I asked curiously as I sat down on the opposite end of the couch from him and pulled out one of my own books, opening it to a random page.
“Ancient Runes homework,” he replied absentmindedly, looking down at the roll of parchment in front of him. “I have to translate these two rolls by Friday.”
“Oh,” I stated dumbly. I didn’t know Talon took Ancient Runes. “Is it hard? Translating runes?”
“Not always,” he replied, still not looking at me. “But it’s easy to mistake one rune for another if you’re not paying close attention.”
“Ah, I suppose you’d prefer it if I left you alone then?” I questioned somberly.
He looked up immediately at that, there was a shocked look on his face as if he had just noticed my presence.
I grinned at him, slightly amused.
“No,” he spoke abruptly. “No, you’re free to stay.”
“Well, thank you,” I said, flirtatiously. “I think I will then.”
He smiled in response and returned to his work while I leaned back into the corner of the couch. Focusing my attention on the book in front of me, which turned out to be Transfiguration, I turned to the chapter we were to read next and relaxed.
Every now and then I could feel him gazing at me as I occasionally turned the page, but he didn’t say anything else. I smiled to myself, knowing my plan was clearly working. He’ll be asking me to Hogsmeade in no time.
“Great practice, team!” I called as I was leaving the locker room, freshly showered and feeling good about Gryffindor’s chances at winning the Quidditch Cup this year. We’d just finished with our scheduled practice that night and it was now nearing curfew.
The team hollered and hooted in reply as I left.
Just as I made my way out into the fresh air, someone stopped me.
I didn’t even need to turn around to know who that high-pitched voice belonged to and I rolled my eyes at the thought of another confrontation with her.
“What is it, Shelley?” I asked, not even caring if she could hear the annoyance in my tone. While I was excited about the prospect of winning the cup, I was also exhausted from a hard practice and I still had an essay to write for Uncle Bill’s class that was due tomorrow.
She had been bugging me ever since I told her off in the common over a month ago, constantly trying to get close to me again but in reality she was just pushing me farther and farther away. I never realized how much of a nag she could be. It was exasperating just being in the same room with her nowadays. Heck, sometimes I wish I could even kick her off the team just so I could see less of her.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, looking shocked at my tone.
I stopped walking and sighed, shaking my head slightly. “No, nothing’s wrong,” I said, turning around to face her. It’s not her fault she’s so aggravating to be around.
“Okay,” she spoke, sounding unsure of my answer. “Great practice today,” she added a moment later, smiling. “I think we’ve really got a chance of winning this year.”
“So do I,” I replied, glad that she was only talking about quidditch, and began walking toward the castle again.
She quickly caught up to me so that we were walking side by side now.
“So…” she started in a voice that sounded like she had something else she wanted to say, which immediately caused me to cringe. “The first Hogsmeade trip is next weekend.” And, of course, I was right. “Are you excited?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, uncertain as to where this conversation was going. Or, to be honest, hoping it wasn’t going where I thought it was going…
“I was actually wondering,” she continued, sounding slightly nervous, “if you would like to go together.”
“Shelley—” I started but was immediately cut off.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve really talked and I was hoping that maybe we could catch up,” she quickly explained.
“That sounds nice,” I said, trying to let her down easily. “But I already have plans.”
“You do?” she asked, looking slightly surprised. “With your friends?” she then asked.
“No,” I replied, not really wanting to give her any details.
“Oh,” she said. “Then like a date?”
“Maybe,” I supplied curtly.
“With whom?” she asked, becoming very curious.
“Just a girl,” I answered with a shrug, not wanting her to think this date was important to me but just something I agreed to do.
“Is she in Gryffindor?”
No, she’s in Slytherin, but I certainly couldn’t tell her that. I haven’t even told my friends—except Evan—of my feelings for Sirrah, why would I tell my ex?
I suddenly stopped walking and so did she. I stared down at her as she looked up at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.
“Why does it matter what house she’s in?” I asked.
“I was just curious if I knew her,” she replied.
“You don’t,” I replied, sharply.
“How do you know?” she questioned, skeptically. “If she goes to this school then there’s a high chance I do know her.”
“Why do you care?” I shot back, angrily.
“Why can’t you just tell me who she is?” Shelley suddenly demanded, taking me off guard.
I was starting to worry that maybe Shelley wasn’t as mentally balanced as I’d originally thought. What if she found out about Sirrah and tried to do something to hurt her?
“Look, Shelley, it’s really none of your business who I’m seeing at Hogsmeade,” I stated, irritated that she even thought she had a right to know. “I’m not sure what is it is that you want from me, but I don’t want to catch up with you. Okay? We broke up last year for a reason and my feelings haven’t changed.”
“You don’t mean that,” she stated, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“Yes, I do,” I said. It might have been harsh but it was the truth. “I don’t want to be with you.”
And with that, I quickly walked away, back up to the castle and I thank Merlin that she didn’t try to catch up to me.
The next morning, I entered the common room alone on my way down to breakfast.
To my surprise, though, there was someone already there waiting for me, leaning against the arm of the nearest sofa.
“Good morning, Talon,” I greeted him cheerfully. “What are you doing?” I asked curiously.
He looked up at the sound of my voice and smiled. “I was waiting for you actually,” he replied in his most charming tone.
“Really?” I asked, feigning surprise, smiling at him with just a hint of mischief. “And why’s that?”
“I thought I could walk you to breakfast,” he answered before sauntering over to me and extending his arm to me like a true gentleman.
I openly grinned at him. Clearly, Kenny had already managed to find a chance to give him a proper nudge in my direction. “I would love that,” I consented, flirting shamelessly as I took his arm and allowed him to lead me out of the common room and up the stairs to the Entrance Hall.
Before entering the Great Hall for breakfast, we separated our entangled arms. I had no idea whether or not Potter would already be inside but I certainly did not want to give him the wrong impression before the Hogsmeade trip. That certainly wouldn’t do. Besides, Talon had not even asked me to be his girlfriend yet, so while we could flirt as much as we wanted, I was not yet his to parade around the castle for all to see.
Talon, whilst he did not say anything, understood that. As I said, he was a gentleman after all. It was not proper etiquette to give others any reason to believe you were a couple when you were, in fact, not a couple.
We entered the Great Hall as any two friends would: side by side, but a decent amount of space apart. Heading straight to the Slytherin table, where we sat down next to each other and ate our breakfast as we waited for our fellow housemates to join us.
When breakfast was over, Talon turned to me genteelly and asked if he could walk me to class.
I smiled graciously and nodded, feeling quite accomplished when he then proceeded by picking up my bag and lugging it over his shoulder with his own.
“You don’t have to do that,” I spoke coyly.
“It’s nothing,” he replied with a shake of his head. “It’s an honor to carry your books.”
My, my. At least chivalry wasn’t completely dead. Talon was pulling all the right stops in such a short amount of time, it’s a wonder I never considered him for boyfriend material before.
Oh, right. That’s because he’s been head over heels in love with me since we were eleven years old. I can’t let myself get caught up in that. I never have and never will have feelings for Talon. He’s Scorpius’ best mate, for Merlin’s sake! It’s bad enough I’m leading him on like this.
But I do have to admit, he certainly makes for good arm candy.
“Sirrah, can I talk to you for a moment?” We had just made our way out of the Great Hall and up the stairs and had almost reached the Transfiguration classroom when Tybalt interrupted us, coming out of nowhere as he lightly took a hold of my arm, as if to pull me aside.
Surprised, I looked to Talon, who nodded, and smiled at him gratefully as Ty took full hold of my wrist, not even bothering to wait for me to say yes before dragging me further down the corridor and out of earshot.
As I looked back, I watched Talon as he continued on his way to class but Ty had pulled me around a corner and into an alcove before I could even see him enter through the door.
“What exactly is this about?” I asked, turning to face him the moment we stopped as I yanked my arm out of his grasp.
“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” Ty spoke, looking serious.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, feigning confusion.
“I saw what you were doing all through dinner and later in the common room last night,” he explained. “I saw the way you glanced at him and acted all interested whenever Talon spoke up.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, trying to pass him and return to class, but he quickly caught my arm again.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said angrily.
“I’m not doing anything!” I exclaimed.
“Stop lying to me, S,” Ty countered. “Remember I’m the first person you asked to be your fake boyfriend, and after that didn’t work out as planned you’re trying to tempt Talon into asking you out so it doesn’t look suspicious. But I know you. I know you’ve never once been interested in Talon, so I know you’re only doing this in order to use him in your plot against Potter.”
“Or maybe,” I pointed out, pulling my arm free from his grip, “you’re just paranoid and I’m actually starting to like Talon.”
“Did I not just tell you to stop lying?” he questioned, the furious look in his eyes was almost threatening.
“Look,” I stated calmly. “I know what I’m doing. And if he asks me out, I’m not going to pretend to be his girlfriend. I just need him for one date to Hogsmeade. That’s it.”
He seemed to ponder this for a moment, and finally appeared to calm down. “You swear?” he asked, still looking at me skeptically.
“One date?” he questioned uncertainly.
“Just one,” I assured him. “Then I will let him down as lightly as I possibly can.”
He nodded slowly, broodingly. “He’s my best mate and he’s been in love with you for ages. I don’t want to see him get hurt.”
“Neither do I,” I replied in all seriousness. “If I could have used anyone else, I would have.”
“He’s the perfect man for the job, though,” Ty added, looking thoughtful. “He’ll stand up to Potter honorably for you.”
I smiled sadly, “I know he will.” Then, after a few moments of us refusing to make eye contact, I asked “So, do I have your blessing? Do you promise not to interfere with my plan?”
He stood there for a moment, looking like he was deep in thought, and then finally replied with a curt nod.
“Thank you,” I spoke up, appreciatively.
“Just make sure to be gentle with him,” he added.
Once that was agreed upon, we both quickly made our way back to the classroom, where Talon had saved seats for both of us. I sat on his left after moving my bag—which he had kindly left on my seat to keep anyone else from sitting there—to the floor, and Tybalt took his seat on Talon’s right.
Ty and I shared a knowing glance the second we were both seated.
We knew it wouldn’t be long now before Talon made his move and asked me to Hogsmeade. With both Kenny and Ty on my side, it was practically a done deal. All I had to do now was wait for him to make his move.
Author's Note: Hello lovelies! Sorry about the wait. Also sorry about this chapter. I have to admit, I didn't like it much. BUT we are SO CLOSE to the BIG scenes. They will be coming up very shortly and I can't wait to finally be able to write them! I hope it turns out as awesome as it is in my head.
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