Ignescent
Jack often wondered if women's strange actions were normal...
Well, he's not generalizing all women of their crazy antics and their not-so-showy subtleness.
But lately, Elsa's actions are quite questionable. Not that he's complaining, but he's not used to seeing her like she wants to be rid of him, and wants his company at the same time. She would be talkative and then she would be glaring at him, in just a span of five minutes—for which he didn't know why.
Okay, he's complaining.
She wasn't like that before. She was aloof when they'd first met, yes, but after their 'getting to know each other phase' had passed, she's smiling more than she's scowling, sharing each other's popcorn and going out to coffee shops and libraries, and they've been happy—well, at least he was; and now they're back to square one.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No." She answered with that cold gaze.
His heart gave out that sickening feeling of hurt. Maybe he hadn't schooled his expression because the next thing he knows, Elsa's hand was on his shoulder, a sorrowful smile on her face. "I'm sorry, I'm just—I don't know." The warmth radiating from her hand was gone when she suddenly fled away from him, like the plague he was.
Jack can't quite read her nor guess what's on her mind. He can't rely on asking her for all he knew, she would just say no (again) in reality there's something really wrong—sheesh, women— and because lately, she's avoiding him, and she's not that a great one too. He will pester her because that's what his heart's telling him to do.
He won't stop until he knows what's going on.
(Updated)
Hufflepuff Bethany: I didn't mean any offense when I included HORCRUX, it suited to the content of this chapter. If you are offended by me using it, I am sorry. But I thought of it as paying homage to the queen, J.K. Rowling, not to copyright it.
