"Y'know, Kitty, I think we could really make some magic together if you know what I mean."
Katie shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't look up from her essay. If she did, she would only encourage him. That was something she would never ever wish upon her worst enemy. But she couldn't help but reply.
"You know, Black, I think you need to get some better pickup lines. No wonder the girls say you're only good for looking at," she snorted, still writing absently on her parchment.
Black gave a sly look. "So you admit I'm good-looking?" he asked innocently.
"Sure, sure. As much a blind man can appreciate."
Then he began to sing. Alright, so Black may have had a decent face, but he couldn't sing for shit.
"I am the most beautiful man in the world!" he sing-songed terribly. "Even little Kitty says so! And she would never say such a thing even if she hurled!"
Katie nearly broke the edge of her quill. Closing her eyes out of irritation, she finally gave a sharp look. "Your rhymes are shit, and your voice grates my eardrums. Shut up before I report you to Pince," Katie snapped.
With the expression of a kicked puppy, Black went on doodling on scrap piece of parchment. The silence went on comfortably until Katie finished the assignment.
"Merlin's balls, I'm finally done!" Katie groaned softly to herself, stretching like a lithe feline. Feeling utterly satisfied, she laid her head down into her crossed arms on the wooden table, facing Black, who was sleeping soundly. With a content smile, Katie played with the ends of his bangs for a few moments (after making sure he really was asleep) and then gently ruffled his surprisingly soft, inky black hair.
After retracting her hand, Katie's eyelids drooped down to close as her consciousness slipped away.
She never did notice how when she tousled Black's hair, he subtly leaned into her touch. She didn't see the hidden grin beneath his arms. And she was lost to world when he opened his eyes and gazed at her for what seemed like an eternity. She didn't even feel a thing when he brushed a stray strand of coffee-brown hair from her pale, tired face.
Then again, Katie Grier never did realize these small, loving gestures.