madness makes the world go round
Pairing: MollyLysander
Prompt: Raving
Disclaimer: I totally had the rights, no seriously, I did. Then these flying monkeys came out of nowhere from this strange witchy woman and now they're totally gone. It ruined my day.
"I swear I had it Ly," she tells him frantically, "it was here a second ago."
"Breathe Molls, we'll find it," Lysander promises her smoothly as her fingers flit erratically over the stacks of ivory parchment she has surrounding her.
It takes exactly, seven minutes and 23 seconds, before her fingers finally close around the soft quill she'd been using and even though she's red from panicking and there are tears threatening to fall from her eyes, she smiles so blindingly at her find, that Lysander almost does a double-take.
"You're an actual raving lunatic," he informs her, his head shaking in disbelief, "did you know that?"
It's at precisely this point that the staircase to the girls dormitories decided to flatten and down, somewhat haphazardly, came Graham Normvele a fifth year with a reputation for thinking himself a ladies' man and well, not being one.
When he skids to a halt, red-faced and bruised, in front of a group of sixth year girls, the entire common room bursts into laughter, and Molly can't do anything but stare at Lysander as he bursts into actual maniacal laughter, which has tears leaking from his brightbright eyes and his arms clutching his sides tightly in agony.
"Yeah," she mutters under her breath mutinously, as she just watches Lysander suffocating from laughter next to her, "because I'm the psychotic one in this relationship."