Hey guys. Thanks for the reviews. Quick update I know, but I need to get going on my Doctor Who Series 4 with Rose story and need to update my Lost story.
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Louisa sat in Fritton's office, sipping at her hot cup of tea.
"He tried to kiss you?" said Fritton, her eyebrows raising.
Louisa nodded.
It had been three weeks since she had seen Pomfrey and three weeks since they'd kissed.
If she was being honest, she missed him.
She missed everything about him.
She had done nothing for the past three weeks but sit at home, eat ice-cream and do paperwork.
She longed for Pomfrey's company. Their morning chats and their awkward goodbyes. Everything.
It pained to her to keep away from him. But she felt like she had no choice.
He was a misogynist. He hated women.
So why had he told her he loved her?
Louisa certainly wasn't the type of person to wait on a man hand and foot.
She wasn't going to let him turn her into that sort of woman, she wanted more from life.
But maybe that was not what he wanted from her at all. She felt confused.
He had tried to call her hundreds of times since he had left her flat that day. But each time Louisa would ignore his calls. She couldn't answer them. It would hurt her too much to hear his voice.
She sighed to herself as she felt her phone vibrate once again, as if on cue.
She glanced down at the screen. It was Pomfrey.
She pressed the red button and placed it back into her bag.
She glanced up at Fritton, who was painting at a small easel.
"Pomfrey?" asked Camilla, nodding towards her bag.
Louisa shrugged.
"I just can't bear to speak to him," she sighed. "it kind of breaks my heart."
Camilla looked at Louisa sadly.
"Well he certainly seems to like you, if he went as far as to tell you he loved you, I don't understand the problem?" said Camilla.
"It's that group," said Louisa huffing, "he apparently hates women and I just fall into his arms so quickly. What does that say about me? I'm not going to stand for it."
"You go girl," said Camilla chortling," But you have to wonder whether he did actually mean it."
Louisa shrugged. "Oh I don't know," she muttered, glancing down at the phone that was currently vibrating in her bag.
Camilla followed her gaze and smiled.
"Perhaps you should answer it," she said.
Louisa stepped out of Fritton's office and stepped back as several first year sped towards her, all wielding hockey sticks.
She gazed down at the phone in her hand, maybe she should answer it the next time he calls.
Louisa stepped out of the cab.
Her car had been towed from Pomfrey's drive three weeks previously but was almost unfixable.
It would be a long time before Louisa would be able to afford to buy a new one. She sighed as she thought of her bank balance. She was only just scraping enough money to get by and it worried her.
Stepping into her tiny flat she stuck the kettle on and kicked off her heels.
Suddenly she heard a loud vibrating in her bag.
Running over she reached for her phone.
It was Pomfrey.
Trembling with a mixture of apprehension and excitement she hit the answer button.
"H-Hello?" she said nervously.
"Louisa!" said the shocked voice of Pomfrey from the other end. "It's so nice t-to hear your voice."
Louisa smiled.
"Yeah....you too," she said. "I'm sorry I haven't-...."
That's okay," said Pomfrey quickly, "I understand."
There was an awkward silence.
"So how have you been?" asked Pomfrey.
"Oh yeah, fine," said Louisa scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. "Been busy, y'know."
Louisa blushed knowing that this was a lie.
"Oh good," said Pomfrey.
"You?" asked Louisa.
The kettle boiled and she moved over to fix her tea, while holding the phone to her ear.
"Yes, I've been okay I suppose...." He trailed off.
Louisa felt a cold sense of guilt wash over her. He sounded almost....sad.
"So......"said Louisa slowly not wanting the conversation to end, "you...got a lot on this week?"
"No, not really," he muttered.
"Oh," said Louisa quietly.
"Actually...there was something...." he said softly, "I, um.....Friday...its, um, well......it's my birthday."
Louisa gasped a little. "Right," she said.
"I'm having a few friends over for a, well, a sort of party....and, well, I was wondering whether.......no it's silly...." he said.
"What is?" said Louisa quickly.
"Well I was wondering if you wanted to come? I mean I'd really love you to come.....but if you're busy....or if, well, y'know...you just didn't want to see me..."
Louisa's heart melted.
"Of course I'll come. Thank you," she said smiling.
"Really? Well....that's great..... I'll send around your invitation!" he said, sounding suddenly cheery.
"Okay, well I look forward to it," said Louisa, beaming. "So, I'll talk to you soon?"
"Yes, definitely," he said .
"Well, goodbye," she said cheerily.
"Bye," he called.
Louisa put the phone down.
Her heart was racing. Why did he have the ability to do this to her?
Pomfrey stared at the phone in his hands.
His face was fixed into a permanent smile.
She was coming.
He'd rehearsed the conversation over and over in his head. Thinking of different ways he could invite her.
Moving over to his desk he picked up the invitation with Louisa's name on it and slipped it into the envelope, but did not seal it. There was something else he needed to give her.
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