Lol. Sorry Mad. Plus my titles don't even make sense anymore

Mad/Louis

Counting to Infinity

Louis sat fully composed, his back facing the door, his face directed at the open window, which was letting fresh spring air into the small octagonal area that was his room.

He breathed in and exhaled slowly, his eyes closed, his body relaxed and his arms resting upon his bent knees.

The chant continued on, he murmured it, his eyes flickering slightly when bright sunlight passed over his closed lids.

Bird call always calmed him down, he liked to meditate with the sound of nature echoing around him. He was at peace.

There was a light knock on the door, and Louis heard it pushed open. It was the familiar footfalls of Madeline, Head Girl to his Head Boy. She only ever interrupted him when it was important. He heard her try and tip toe towards him, to not stir him, so he continued to chant.

"Lou," she started, she was right behind him, so close he could feel her breath on the back of his naked skull.

His eyes blinked open and he turned to his friend with a smile, "hey Mad, what's the problem?" his voice was light and friendly as usual.

Madeline went scarlet, she was never usually prepared for Louis' smiles, they took her by surprise sometimes.

Louis noted that Madeline looked a little scrambled, her golden-copper tresses sticking out from behind her ears in a messy ponytail. Her shirt was skewed and her tie was resting on her shoulder. He got up, ready to fix the Head Girl's attire. As his hands went to fix her tie and shirt, he felt her quick heartbeat and breathing.

"Breathe, Mad, you're not going to be able to tell me anything if you're so out of breath," he laughed lightly, and brushed down the shoulders of her cardigan and pushed loose strands of hair behind her ears.

She was pointing now, out of the door, and most likely to a corridor outside of the Head's quarters. Louis rested his hands on her shoulders and she slowly but surely calmed down. "Peeves put some sort of Muggle explosive he found down one of the pipes. Half of the corridor is flooded."

Louis smiled and took his chapan from his chair and pulled it over his robes. "Lead the way," he said, gesturing with his hand and Madeline moved through the door, Louis following closely behind her.

"Remind me to give you a massage later, Madeline, the stress is affecting your posture." He said, getting into step beside her and as they moved, he straightened her posture and smiled at his work. "Good."

Mad was looking as usual, pretty flabbergasted by Louis. But just went with it as normal, making sure her shoulders were especially balanced as they walked to the scene of the crime.

*smirk, giggle, giggle*

As per Chi-dears request.