Ughh, I'm running out of ideas. Does it show? Seriously, do you guys have any ideas?
Sylla stood behind a tree, wrapped up in a coat and scarf, snowball in hand. The tip of her tongue protruded from her mouth as as she dared to take small peeks out from behind the leaves. She imagined she looked ridiculous, but it helped her concentrate, so she'd have to deal with it.
She had purposely left for Herbology a couple of minutes early, so she could get here and wait for them to pass by.
She snuck another look, but quickly moved her head back when she heard voices.
"Honestly George, when you and Fred become beggars, don't come to me for scraps." Angelina was coming closer.
"Oi! I'll have you know, me and George have a plan."
They were almost there, and-
Thwap!
"Yes! Got you! Ha! Sucker! And you said I couldn't aim if my life depended on it! Who can't aim now?!" Sylla jumped up and down, very happy for herself.
Then seeing Fred bend to the ground, she turned and ran, still laughing.
"Come back and fight like a man, Syll!"
"Woman, Fred!" She yelled back.
He caught up, of course. She hated running, and he was on the quidditch team.
Next thing she knew she was lying on the ground, Fred on top of her.
"Owch."
"You okay?" He asked concernedly.
"Yeah." She opened her eyes and realized just how close they were. Her face heated up, despite the bitter cold, and she turned away, flushing.
Fred leaned closer, and closer until he was just centimeters away from her face. He moved a little bit more and-
"Does this mean I win?" He whispered into her ear.
Sylla blinked. Once, then twice. Then very slowly she propped herself onto her elbows, and raised her face to his.
"No." She whispered back
He grinned at her, then rolled off. Sylla sat up and watched him walk back.
She was a bit disappointed. He hadn't even blushed! As she caught up with the rest of the group, though, she noticed his ears slowly fading back to normal, and grinned to herself.
In Herbology, Angelina and Katie cornered Sylla.
"So, you and Fred, huh?" Katie asked casually.
Sylla sighed, she had known this would be coming. "Nope."
"Are you sure?" Angelina waggled her eyebrows. "You guys seemed pretty close earlier. If you know what I mean."
"I don't know what you mean."
"C'mon Syll, you guys were practically making out in the snow."
Sylla turned around to make sure no one else had heard. "We weren't!" She hissed.
"No?" Katie asked, "Sure looked like it,"
"We were just…" She remembered how close they had been, and reddened again. "Talking."
"If you say so." Angelina said, clearly unbelieving.
"I say so. But if we're going to talk about relationships, what about you and George?"
"That is a very nice plant, Sylla. Want to talk about the plant? I think you want to talk about the plant."
Sylla shook her head, smiling. "Revenge is sweet."
Katie laughed. "She's got you there, Ange."
Angelina groaned, lifting her hands up, in a I-surrender gesture. "I give up."
