The seventh year boy was grateful of the lovely break between Charms and Lunch. While the rest of his year was scribbling critically in the background, he lounged leisurely in the huddle of armchairs strewn in front of the fire. He was stretched out across a particularly plushy scarlet red armchair, feet propped up on a large pile of textbooks he was supposed to be reading for Transfiguration. Only the occasional mutter punctuated the scratch of quills, and perhaps a delicious yawn from the boy, who was in the perfect balance between sleep and consciousness. One eye opened a sliver against the warmth of the fire. His eyes were unusually blue, almost colorless as the eye flicked towards an old grandfather clock just as it started to chime.
The sigh the boy emitted was lost in the sea of noise as chairs scrapped from their places and students rushed for their books and bags. The boy swiped back a piece of hair the color of stained wood as the room quickly emptied of students. He allowed himself a smile, grabbing his bag and slinging it over one shoulder. He gave one final glance at the room then made his way out of the common room.
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"Dain!"
He had barely reached the end of the corridor before the stairs when the voice reached him. He paused, but did not glance back just yet.
"Oi! Flamel!"
The voice sounded again and the boy, now assured by who's the voice it was that called to him, he turned, a grin growing across his face. Halfway down the hall, a spiky turquoise head poked out of a crowd of students. The boy leaned against the wall, waiting for the other as students passed him by on their way to their next class. Finally, after many 'excuse me's and 'sorry, but I need to—'s, the other boy made his way through the crowd and stopped, doubled over and panting doggishly.
"So?" the red headed boy asked, smirking as the boy before him panted. It seemed ironic to the red head, seeing as he had seen this boy spend hours upon end just swinging a heavy beater's bat. "What's so important that you, I'll take a wager, ran all the way from Care of Magical Creatures to tell me?"
The turquoise haired boy glanced up from his panting and smiled wolfishly. "You'll never believe me if I told you." He said, his voice breathless and slightly airy.
"Try me, Ted."
"She said yes, Dain. She finally said yes. We're going out on a date."
The other boy's eyes opened wide, and though something twinged inside chest, he smiled encouragingly. "Congrats, Mate! When?"
The panting boy straightened up, smiling, and completely ignorant of the other's feelings. "Next Hogsmeade trip! It's gonna be awesome, Dain!" he said so happily, the other couldn't help but feel good for him.
"That's great, Ted. However, Flitwick might not find it as fantastic if we're late for Charms…Again." he said with a small laugh, seeing that the crowds were starting thin as class grew closer.
"Spoil sport." The other said playfully, but led to way to class nonetheless. Behind him, the other's smile fell as he followed his friend with a troubled expression to Charms.