A/N: For Flying
Mandatory Prompts: Write about Madame Hooch
Optional Prompts: Introduction, flight, length, relationship, teaching, debate and lake.
This was the absolute worst decision I have ever made, in fact it was so bad I should just drown myself in the lake, instead of standing here waiting. I debate leaving at least six times before I hear footsteps behind me. Begging with every ounce of my being that I have not been caught, I should be teaching after all, not encouraging this behaviour.
"Rolanda?" he says softly and my body relaxes, because there is nothing more soothing than his voice when my anxiety spikes.
"Hello," I say softly turning to face him; I am once again blown away by his good looks.
"I was worried you would choose not to come," he said softly stepping the length between the two of us. My flight or fight mode kicks in and my anxiety spikes, but as fast as it started it finished because his lips are on mine and I can no longer think.
I remember the first time I was introduced to Charlie Weasley; he was a gangly fifth year just starting on the Quidditch team six months after I started my job at Hogwarts. I was 24 and scared out of my mind, I was merely a kid myself and I was supposed to teach these kids?
He was nothing special, until he came back in his seventh year, I was blown away with his good looks and carefully constructed body. I did not act on my feelings because he was a student and there were rules; do not get into relationships with students. I recited that a million times in my head, chanting it every Quidditch games and every time I saw him in the halls. But then I started to notice him watching me, and my anxiety was never going to tolerate that. He caught me after a Quidditch game curled under the beam hyperventilating at the concept of him liking me back; I could not lose my job. He sat with me and held me against him, it was the first time anyone had managed to calm me from an attack and before I could think any further I kissed him, and he thankfully kissed me back.
That is the brief story of why we are standing out in the middle of winter at the edge of the lake, because it must be a secret.
"Only two more terms," he says soothingly once our kiss is broken.
"Then what?" I ask playfully because even though I am not that much older he has the ability to make me feel his age, young and questionable.
"Well, I could become a teacher," he says with a grimace.
"You would hate that," I laugh.
"Well them we get a place together and I come around for Hogsmeade and other things," he says winking.
"Will you put up with an old geezer like me for that long?" I ask.
"You are amazing, and not that old, I will be putting up with you for a long time," Charlie says sweetly and then we were kissing again.