Characters: Terence Higgs

Prompt: Seeking (#70)

"Still it's a sharp shock, to your soft side.
Summer moon, catch your shut eye.
In your room, in my room
In your room, in my room."

(Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Soft Shock)

Tracey knew her lips were moving, but she no longer knew what she was talking about.

She was far too distracted by studying and taking in the man opposite her to really care about her day at the Ministry.

It didn't really matter anyway. It wasn't as though he was listening to a word she was saying. He was just nodding his handsome, dark-blonde, seeker head to the sound of her voice. Meanwhile, he thought the flicker of his light brown eyes to their waitress was subtle.

Tracey was surprised at the sting she felt at this. More surprised that the sensation of pain was quite so acute, and that every second she spent dwelling on it, made her eyes prickle with tears.

So instead, she contended herself with mindless babbling, filling up the silence while she took in the boy opposite of her.

He was so handsome, her was almost surreal. And in spite of being a first class seeker, he was very smart, and had more than Quidditch on his mind.

And he was sweet. Sweeter than any guy she'd ever been with before.

Had she really thought that she could keep her heart locked away from this boy?

Feeling her throat constrict, she averted her gaze, reaching for her wine glass on the table. The silence she left in her wake as she took a sip from her glass, was terribly crushing to her ears, in spite of Terence's hummed acquiescence as he didn't seem to realize that she'd stopped talking.

Looking up, at his still nodding head, Tracey felt anger flush hotly through her. For a moment, she looked away and fanned herself, commenting that it was a very hot summer all the while wishing that the night would just end so that she could crawl into bed with a bottle of Firewhiskey and later turn up at Blaise's flat drunk out of her mind so that she could cry to her gay friend while he told her, 'I told you so'.

Blaise is such a bitch, Tracey thought as she drained her glass of wine, which sent her mind spinning.

Once more turning her grey-green eyes to the Quidditch player before her, Tracey narrowed her gaze on the boy as he was staring very hard at something over her shoulder.

Turning around, Tracey felt her anger kick it up a few extra notches as she found herself staring at the waitresses deep cleavage as she bent to clean the table behind them.

Turning around so that her deep red hair fanned slightly about her, Tracey stood slamming her glass down on the table. Before she really thought about what she was doing, she picked up Terence's glass of wine, and flung it at his face.

"Good night, Higgs," she stated as she pulled out her wand from her robes pocket as he sputtered and asked her what she'd done that for. However, she apparated away without another word her mind already on a set course for the bottle of Firewhiskey she kept in her study.

~END~

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