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Title: Did you want one?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Laura Madley/ Theodore Nott
Prompt: 001 [Beginnings]
Word Count: 393
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and her group and what not.
“Hi.”
That was the beginning. She initiated most everything, from the first held eye contact to the first handshake. Even the first set of divorce papers.
“Hello.”
That was how he always replied. As if he could care less, so why add on those three words, ‘how are you’. Even when he did care he didn’t say, because she would get to that no matter how he greeted her. He ended everything, from the first held eye contact (by shifting his gaze up) to the first handshake (sliding his hands deep into his pockets). He even ripped up the first set of divorce papers.
It was all new from the beginning. He knew the formulas to follow when it came to the usual debutant that danced with snakes in her green satin dress. There was even a way of going about courting girls loud like lions. Yet, when it came to brown eyed, loud mouthed, not so bright and not so brave girls…. It was new and truly never done before. He had to make a formula from scratch to work. It was all very odd, awkward, terribly erratic, and pursued with a great caution on his part. She pursued it with the help of three sugar quills and two chocolate frogs.
“Did you want one?”
“Want one what?”
“One… of these? I mean I’ve got a million in my trunk. It’s so rude to just chew on it in front of you, don’t you think?”
“I think I’d rather not, and I think I’ll just go now.”
“Well then take this with you, so I feel better about sharing. I’m really working on it, can you tell?”
Annoyance had been easy to read with his glare and set frown. She noticed, but only felt even more of a calling to share the sugar because of it. She set an unopened chocolate frog upon his stack of books, waved goodbye and went back to chewing on the tip of her Sugar Quill.
The entire stretch between the Library and the Dungeons, a question (one of many to come from being around her) plagued his thoughts.
What on earth possesed a Hufflepuff of her age to even try speaking to a Slytherin like him?
And it began, unbeknownst to him or her how much trouble would be coming their way because of it.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Laura Madley/ Theodore Nott
Prompt: 001 [Beginnings]
Word Count: 393
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters of Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and her group and what not.
“Hi.”
That was the beginning. She initiated most everything, from the first held eye contact to the first handshake. Even the first set of divorce papers.
“Hello.”
That was how he always replied. As if he could care less, so why add on those three words, ‘how are you’. Even when he did care he didn’t say, because she would get to that no matter how he greeted her. He ended everything, from the first held eye contact (by shifting his gaze up) to the first handshake (sliding his hands deep into his pockets). He even ripped up the first set of divorce papers.
It was all new from the beginning. He knew the formulas to follow when it came to the usual debutant that danced with snakes in her green satin dress. There was even a way of going about courting girls loud like lions. Yet, when it came to brown eyed, loud mouthed, not so bright and not so brave girls…. It was new and truly never done before. He had to make a formula from scratch to work. It was all very odd, awkward, terribly erratic, and pursued with a great caution on his part. She pursued it with the help of three sugar quills and two chocolate frogs.
“Did you want one?”
“Want one what?”
“One… of these? I mean I’ve got a million in my trunk. It’s so rude to just chew on it in front of you, don’t you think?”
“I think I’d rather not, and I think I’ll just go now.”
“Well then take this with you, so I feel better about sharing. I’m really working on it, can you tell?”
Annoyance had been easy to read with his glare and set frown. She noticed, but only felt even more of a calling to share the sugar because of it. She set an unopened chocolate frog upon his stack of books, waved goodbye and went back to chewing on the tip of her Sugar Quill.
The entire stretch between the Library and the Dungeons, a question (one of many to come from being around her) plagued his thoughts.
What on earth possesed a Hufflepuff of her age to even try speaking to a Slytherin like him?
And it began, unbeknownst to him or her how much trouble would be coming their way because of it.