She stopped in the center of the corridor and turned round coming face to face with the Diviniation Professor. The air practically crackled with energy. Sybil had followed her out of the staff room full of determination. Determination for what she wasn't quite sure. And now here they were.
Sybil stood there, curls of hair falling round her softly angled; slightly aged face, looking at the woman over her coke bottle lenses. Whether it was in fright or surprise at the irate look on the woman's face in front of her. She looked at the woman in front whose rounded face a mask void of emotions and yet the only thing giving her away were her eyes of milk chocolate burning with a fierce fire that she could not describe in any given way. The woman's pale skin with slightly flushed in her apparent agitation and her small breasted chest heaved. Sybil was transfixed.
The woman's voice was slightly thick and gravely at the force which was brewing within her. She pointed a finger in Trelawney's face speaking low and slow, "Sybil Trelawney. I could go on with about a thousand things to describe you and your crazy habits. But, in short; you are by far the most annoying, self-centered, outrageous, foolish, hypersensitive, overdramatic, frustrating, confusing, crudely tasteless, and absurdly deranged person I have ever had the most unfortunate pleasure to meet. You are truly a lunatic in almost every sense of the word." Sybil looked down with furrowed brow and bit her lip; trying to keep the sudden onslaught of tears at bay at being thrashed by this woman.
She lowered the finger she had pointed in the diviner's face. Of course she could see the tears behind the coke-bottle lenses that she knew were highly unnecessary. Staring at the slightly defeated picture in front of her, she could feel herself breathe a sigh of both agitation and adoration. She took a step forward and lifted her hand once more, though this time with a very different intent. Softly her fingers curled under Sybil's lowered chin and with a little pressure she lifted the woman's face to hers. She could hear Sybil inhale sharply at the sight of her face being so close to hers. The woman released another sigh as she stared into those blue-green orbs through the thick glasses.
She said quietly, "And I think I've rather lost my heart to you."
Sybil stared up at her. Her sea colored eyes wide and wet as her tears began to fall unnoticed down her cheeks.
The woman with the chocolate eyes now lowered her lips only to stop centimeters before Sybil's.
Waiting.
A heartbeat later, Sybil moved forward gently; taking that last step and so their lips connected ever so softly.