Ch.2
Stephanie glided across the Quidditch pitch-her black sneakers kicking up dirt-, broom in hand, to stand in front of the group of wannabe Slytherin players. The August heat beat down on them. Stephanie had on a pair of black and red shorts and a matching short sleeve jacket. Her Aviators blocking the suns harsh rays.
"Okay, listen up!"
"Yow! A chick with authority, I can dig it."
"Clam it, Vickers."
"Oh ho! Hey, do you really have the balls to be seeker?"
"More than you.", with that she tossed a quaffles at his crotch and he bent over with a huff of breath and a yell.
"That was a low blow!", the sexist offender managed to squeak out.
"Maybe if your reflexes didn't suck."
She divided everyone into their tryout positions respectively and judged their skills from below them. Stephanie couldn't help but wonder why Draco wasn't there as co-captain it was part of his responsibility. One week had already passed and Stephanie, through quick maneuvers and sneaky slinking about, had managed to avoid her surely angered boyfriend. Luckily it looked like she would be able to for a bit longer.
After a sufficient amount of time had passed for Stephanie to make an assessment of their skills she called them all down.
"Alright-!"
"You'll all go back to your dorms and the listing will be posted in the Great Hall by tomorrow afternoon."
Stephanie's heart jumped to her throat and her breath caught, her hair standing on end as that haughty voice washed over her.
The players all migrated out of the pitch, their footsteps and gear making a small racket as they left. When they were gone they left the pair in a relative silence. Draco's presence reminded Stephanie of the big pink elephant metaphor. There was no way she could ignore it. She didn't have to look to know that his icy eyes were focused completely on her.
"So we go all summer without seeing one another, and then once were back you ignore and avoid me?", his words harboring a venomous undertone.
"I-…wait, you're not mad about me having to blow off our plans?"
"No, I understand that it wasn't as if you had a choice. What ticks me off, however, is the fact that you have been blowing me off now."
"That's because I thought you were mad!"
"I am! Was!..eh.", he waved his hands with a disgruntled expression on his face.
"Huh?"
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"It seems we still have a lot to learn about each other.", he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, "and I must say, it is most amazing to be able to see you-properly-for the first time in months."
"Mm. Agreed.", she smiled up at him.
"But really, your fetish for muggle clothing, my mum would have a fit."
"I can't help it, even though fashion in our world is improving it still lacks the excitement and personality of muggle fashion."
"I would like to see you tell her that…well, not really. I swear I can already hear the shrieking fit.", he rolled his eyes.
Sanya paced back and forth her mind running through a plethora of problems that concerned her.
There was a knock on the door and she quickly walked over and opened it, her mind still partially preoccupied. Suddenly her mind stopped and a thrill-or perhaps a chill, she was rather confused- ran through her. She immediately went to shut the door but it was halted.
"I get a distinct impression that you're avoiding me. Would that have anything to do with our last encounter?"
"What encounter?", Sanya was mildly annoyed that her voice didn't come out quite as confused as she wanted but more-oh say-on the hysterical side.
Severus held up a black feather through the gap in the doorway.
"Oh.", Sanya deadpanned.
Phantomkizz: Aaaaand…cliffie! XD
