(A/n: I'm so happy I'm getting reviews! Anyway, this chapter is kinda just filler, and it doesn't really carry the plot (at least I don't think it will) but u didn't need to know that…on with the story! P.s. I think this might have fluff. I have to be careful about my fluffiness because I save this on my family's computer so I use caution in case one of my parents or siblings happen to read it)
Cedric was waiting by the meeting room when Dodson left. They walked in silence until they reached one of the smaller libraries.
"What are we doing here?" Dodson asked quietly. Cedric grinned and opened the door. Kelly and Samantha sat by one of the tables in the corner. No one else was in the room.
"Well…this is a pleasant surprise," announced Dodson as he sat down at the girls' table. Cedric sat across from him.
"We want to talk to you," Kelly said quietly.
"Privately," added Samantha.
"Well, we're alone…talk," Cedric supplied.
"No," Kelly said firmly. "Alone. Dodson and I will go to the other side of the room."
Dodson bowed and extended an arm to Kelly. "Fine by me! My Lady?" They walked away.
(A/n: first I'll show Dod and Kelly, then Ced and Samantha…but they happen at the same time.)
Dodson led Kelly to another table across the room and behind a bookshelf.
"Alright Kelly, let's talk."
"Dodson…" she reached for his hand.
"Dod, to my friends," he corrected.
She laughed. "Dod. Is my father mad at you?"
Dodson thought this over for a moment. "No. I believe he thinks me responsible, for all my pertness."
"Good," Kelly whispered. Dodson stood and walked around the table to her side. She took a ragged breath. Suddenly Dodson leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back. He pulled her out of her chair, and it tipped over and landed with a crash. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she placed her hands on his neck. Dodson stumbled backwards, still kissing Kelly, and leaned up against the bookshelf. They took a breath and continued, unaware of their surroundings.
Finally Dodson pulled away. Kelly questioned him with her eyes.
"If your father…" he croaked.
"My father respects us." She leaned in again.
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"Anything in particular you'd like to talk about, Samantha?" Cedric inquired, carefully keeping his hands away from hers.
"My friends call me Sammie," she responded. Cedric's stomach dropped.
"So…You and Foster are close?" he kept the bitterness in his voice to a bare minimum.
Samantha picked up on the concern in his eyes. She frowned and shook her head.
"Foster has…ideas." Her gray eyes shone in the dim light. "He tries so hard to impress me, and my father seems to think he and I would make a good couple."
Cedric could think of nothing to say. Instead he reached out his hand instinctively and clasped her hand. She smiled. Tentatively Cedric leaned across the table and kissed her.
"Jon I know I saw it in here!" the door opened, Immediately Dodson, Kelly, Cedric, and Samantha sprang apart, but the newcomers had spotted them.
Raoul and Jon stood in the doorway, frozen in mid-sentence. Both wore puzzled expressions.
"Sorry, Ced, Dod," Raoul said slowly. "Are we disturbing anything?"
"Nothing that can't be avenged," Dodson replied through gritted teeth.
"That's all right, my Squires," Jon boomed. "I need your help anyway. Raoul and I are going to study-up on the immortals and find out what is occurring in the Royal Forest. We need to find a document in here. If we may…?"
The two girls, beet-red with embarrassment, curtsied to the two famous men and scurried out the door.
The four men settled themselves around a table.
"You're going to pay, Raoul," Dodson warned.
"Jon is here too!" Raoul protested.
Jon raised his eyebrows and pointed to the hearth. A jet of blue fire hit a log and made it shatter. When Jon clenched his fist, the ash, fire, and fragments of charred wood disappeared.
"Well, maybe I'll attack King Jonathan whilst he sleeps," Dodson mused.
"Yes, twenty four hundred men. I see them with my own eyes. Celebration in three months. No guard, no worry." An accented voice drifted through the walls of the library.
The door opened again. This time, Oluf stood, precariously balancing several logs on his head, using one hand to steady them. In the other hand he held a pitcher of water and four glasses. The air around his shimmered faintly white.
"Hello, your Highness," Oluf said meekly.
"Good day, Oluf," Dodson said, a touch of suspicion in his voice. "Who were you talking to?"
"Talk to?" Oluf asked in a curious voice. "I talk to no one. You imagine things. Here, water."
He poured all four of them water and quickly fed the fire. Then he left.
"Interesting fellow," Raoul commenting, sipping his refreshment. They gaped at him blandly.
