Chapter Nine
More Plotting, with the side dish of a few well earned cackles
Colin would have been proud, Dennis decided as he watched. Torrey and Professor Snape leaned close as they studied an anchient text together. Torrey would direct a comment at the mentally older man and he would smile and reply. Torrey pointed excitedly to a paragraph. Dennis mentally cackled.
Ah yes, it was working. At this rate he could be cupid with little trouble. He had been breifly worried that the appearance of the aesthtically pleasing Brooklyn Jones might divert Snape's attention from his young lover. But with Charlie following Brooklyn around like a lost dog, he really needn't have bothered.
Torrey was still nervous around Snape. Too nervous for Dennis's plots, but he was confident he could over come that. Snape would be a big help. He was hopelessly in love with the tall girl. Dennis smirked.
Now, to check on his other plot. He stood and trotted off to the great hall.
He was pleased to note that Brooklyn and Charlie were both present. On a Saturday, he wasn't really surprised to see them here at this time, even though it was past elevenses. Brooklyn wasn't a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. She was sipping what was probably her third cup of coffee as she sat on a near table. Her legs were crossed at the knee, the pleated camoflague skirt riding high on her thighs. To his credit, Charlie, sitting beside her on the table, hadn't looked at her nice legs or down her somewhat risque black top. Instead he appeared quite engaged in his conversation.
Dennis smirked again. His plans were working. Unfortunately that meant it was time to sit on his hands and wait.
He hated waiting.
A flash of forrest green caught his eye. He looked across the tables to see Aliena Salvatore with her face buried in a book. Ali's hair was a different color every week, part of her legacy as the daughter of two of the leading Transfiguration wizards in the world. Transfiguration came as naturally to her as being irriating and finishing his brother's sentences was for him.
She was also extremly attractive. Her hair was a rich forrest color today but he knew she could change it almost as easily as a Metamorphus. She never changed her facial features unless it was fortuitus to her. During the war she and Tonks had been great spies.
Dennis felt the usual clumsiness settle over him as her sapphire blue eyes lifted from her book to rest on him. He looked away and tried to walk causally over to where Nigel sat. He ran into a table. Forgot that was there.
Ali's eyes sparked brightly as she hid her smile. She wished he wasn't so shy. She would gladly date him if he could just get is tongue in gear and ask her.
(A/N: And a love intereste for Dennis!