WHO; Melanie Roberts && Charles Vaisey
WHEN; Saturday afternoon.
WHERE; A moving staircase that's currently on the west side of the third floor! The Quidditch pitch later on.
SUMMARY; Quidditch honestly isn't that dangerous. The only logical thing seems to be a flying lesson.
RATING; PG, most likely?
WARNINGS; ♥ ♫
☺ ♣
STATUS; In progress.
It could have been an
inkblot, really. It was just a small thing, nothing too extravagant, but the second he’d hexed it private and placed his quill back in his bag, he felt a jolt through his stomach. Honestly, who drew hearts? Melanie did, but really, no one else. The whole thought that these journals had been devoid of scribbles was beyond him, after all, they were teenagers who were bored more than they had rights to be. But the heart was there. He’d written it. No dwelling on the past, right?
Charlie ruffled his hair and then let out a huff of air as he made his was up the second staircase, his Firebolt trailing behind him almost like a dog would. It was quite a sight, really. Some third years had taken to gawking back on the first flight of stairs, even though they weren’t relatively new; Firebolts were rare—one of the perks of being on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Charlie looked upward as he kept walking at a brisk rate, and opened up his journal again to see if Melanie had responded. It was odd how he would check this thing more than should be allowed, especially when he was expecting something from Melanie to pop up. He was just about to close it when he noticed that Melanie had responded back and without thought he stopped walking immediately. His broom bumped into him and a couple of Gryffindors gave him unpleasant looks as they walked past him. Charlie couldn’t help but smile and dug into his bag for his quill, glad to see that it still had ink it in. For all his boasting, walking and writing at the same time was rather hard, especially when the staircases were moving faster than he’d wanted them to.
You can't see me? ☺ Charlie nodded once before closing the journal quickly, smashing his quill in between the pages in his haste, and walking even faster. He looked around the third floor, before rushing past a group of girls hovering on one of the corridors. There was a small gasp as the Firebolt barely flew above their heads while it followed him. With a small sight of relief he saw Melanie on the staircase a couple of yards away from him, and walked forward quickly before it began to move again.
There was time to gain his composure, he would always try to, at least. Whenever Charlie was around Melanie he seemed to be more awkward than he usually was, which was saying something. Charlie smiled once and took a couple of large steps, holding on to the strap of his book bag, before coming to a halt and letting a smile come across his face.
“Of course you can’t see me, I’m right behind you.”
