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Ally «my eyes are on you yeah» ([info]kickawesome) wrote,
@ 2012-07-10 19:49:00


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Jonas was not the most observant of boys. He was a daydreamer and if anyone could be said to have their head in the clouds it mostly certainly was Jonas. Therefore, should have come to the surprise of no one that Jonas completely missed the fact that girls were gathering around the announcement board outside of Professor McGonagall’s classroom as he collected his things, having daydreamed through the end of class, again.

“See you tomorrow, Mr. Ackerly,” the professor said, making Jonas’ head jerk up. “Perhaps then you will end your seven year streak of feline sketch artistry for proper note taking?”

Cheeks flaring red, Jonas hastily shoved his “notes” into his bag and nodded earnestly before scampering out of the room. He let out a surprised squawk when a fourth year grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away from the group of girls he was trying to squeeze past in the corridor.

“Mirabelle, hi!” Jonas said in a rush before gulping down air, mildly frightened by the devious curl of her smile. “Can I help--”

“Shut it, Ackerly,” Mira interrupted before her expression shifted and Jonas felt as though she was peering into his soul. “Where can I find, Kirke?”

“I-I-I--” Jonas stammered before her grip tightened and he cowered. “I don’t know! I’ll find him if you want. Just, please, let go!”

“Useless,” Mira said with a roll of her eyes before giving Jonas a shove and turned on her heel.

“The pitch!” Jonas said taking a step after her, but recoiling when she whipped around. “He’s probably on the pitch with Gabriel.”

“Who’s on the pitch?” another girl asked.

Jonas turned toward the voice, “Oh hey, Joy. Mirabelle was just asking me where Rafe might--”

Joy’s startled gasp and boggling expression cut Jonas off before he stumbled back into a wall as she leaped into a run after Mira.

“JASPER, YOU TOSSER!” Joy shouted.

Jonas blinked in shock at the behavior of the two girls as they both dashed toward the front hall.

“Jonas!”

Giving a frightened squeak. Jonas clutched his bag to his chest and slowly glanced toward Bertha Jorkins’ voice. Had the girls all gone bloody mad? He was certain they had because even Bertha was giving that same near-crazed look that Mirabelle had.

“Y-yes?” he replied as she approached.

“Has anyone asked you, yet?” Bertha said in a syrupy tone before giggling as she twisted on her toes, making Jonas wonder if she needed to pee or something.

“I -- huh?” Jonas mumbled his eyes screwing up in confusion.

“To the sadie hawkins ball, silly!”

Jonas paled and his head jerked toward the corridor that he’d last seen two girls running down. “Oh gods,” he moaned. “What have I done?”


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