023. I Wanna Talk About MeCharacters:
Rose Zeller and Timothy GreengrassWord Count:
There was always a point when Rose was talking that Tim's eyes started to glaze over and he stopped listening. It wasn't exactly something that could be helped. She was his girlfriend and all, but honestly, there was only so much a seventeen year old boy could take when it came to talking about hair, clothes and most of all, other girls.
"Can you believe the nerve of tha-tha-that harpy?" Rose stammered as she fumed. She let out a high-pitched noise of disgust that made Tim's spine want to twist into loops. "She should be expelled! Don't you agree?"
Suddenly those big green eyes were looking up expectantly into his face and Tim had half the sense to nod, though he couldn't recall what he was agreeing to. "Wait," Tim said slowly as he considered the implications of what he was about to say and proceeded cautiously. "What exactly did she do, again?"
"Timothy, haven't you listened to a word I've said?" Rose said shrilly, making Tim wince. "I can't believe you haven't been listening. This is important!"
Tim struggled not to roll his eyes. "I know, I know," he conceded. "I'm sorry. It's just...You talk about Ella so much that I'm starting to think you care about her more than me."
Rose scowled. Tim braced for a stinging hex. That clearly was not the right thing to say and he knew he would pay dearly for it, which is why he was astonished when tiny hands with surprising strength grabbed his collar and yanked him down for a kiss. Teetering on his feet, Tim's hands flailed as he caught his balance in the second before Rose released him.
Blinking dumbly, Tim just stared at Rose with his mouth agape. Rose smirked and took his hand to tug him along as she started walking down the corridor toward the Great Hall. "Tell me more of what you think," Rose demanded.
"I..." Tim said as he stumbled forward. "I think snogging is wonderful," he finished with a stupid nod.
Rose's wrinkled as she giggled, which made some sort of weird but pleasant feeling scurry through Tim. "You're funny," she replied.
"Yeah?" Tim said curiously. "Are you laughing with me or at me?"
Rose grinned. "Both. What else are you thinking?"
"I'm starved," Tim said as his stomach gurgled at him. He felt like he was always hungry these days.
Rose tilted her head. "Starved for what?"
Pie. Tim wanted to say meat pie. But this was totally a trick question, right? He could tell by the expectant look she was giving him. This had to be about her, obviously.
"Your..." Tim started without knowing what he was going to say next and he realized that body parts were the wrong words. "I'm starved for your affection?" he tried.
Rose rolled her eyes. "Try saying it without staring at my chest, Timothy," she huffed before she practically skipped into the Great Hall and over to the Hufflepuff table.
Tim sighed. If only he could put into words what he really thought about Rose.
"Oy, Greengrass!" came a shout from the Slytherin table. "Have a nice talk about dresses? You going to wear one, too?"
Rolling his eyes, Tim took a seat at the table. "Shut it, Avery, and pass the pie."