Chapter 4-Their Meeting
A/N: Hey, once again, thanks for all of the reviews. Tell me what you
think of the "big chapter" when Alessa gets to talk to Tom. Sorry it's so
short, I was a little pressed for time. Also sorry to leave it at a bit of
a cliffhanger, but I had to write something. I promise I'll write more in
the next chapter.
Alessa was sitting in her last class, teeming with anticipation. Alessa's mind wandered away from her books, and to Tom. Alessa didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to talk with him, and she was getting her chance at the end of transfiguration.
"Miss. Ringwater, the answer please." Panic swept over Alessa. She wasn't even paying attention to class, and now, consequently she'd have to suffer the humiliation of confusion. Alessa tried searching for something to say, but nothing emerged. The teacher gave her a paltry look,
"Not like you to not know an answer, Miss. Ringwater." Alessa nodded her head,
"I know." The teacher said nothing else. Alessa felt duncical and ashamed she had let that happen.
After class, which had seemed to lag for hours, Alessa gathered up her books, and walked to the common room. Tom was nowhere to be found, so Alessa placed her books upstairs in the girls room, fixed her hair, and reverted back to the common room. When she came down, she spotted Tom sitting by himself at a table in the corner of the common room. Alessa couldn't take her eyes off of him, he looked gorgeous. His raven colored hair, his dark, shiny deep green eyes that looked black, the way the shadow resided on his face from the flames of the nearby fire. Alessa took a deep breath and walked over to the table.
Tom didn't even realize she was there he was so involved in his work. Alessa loved how intellectual he was. Alessa went ahead and sat down at the other end of the small, brown table.
"Tom?" she said both quietly and fretfully. Tom looked up from his work, and said softly and quietly,
"Oh yes, herbology." Alessa nodded. Tom put away what he was working on, and took out a sheet of paper.
"Alright. So, we've been taking notes on shrewbs, and now we have to actually take care of one soon, so we mind as well plan out what we'll do when she assigns us a shrewb." Alessa loved his voice. It was so soft, beautiful, and always seemed so quiet. Tom was already writing notes down on the sheet of paper. Alessa continued to glare at him, and he looked up.
"Alright, where shall we keep it?" Alessa thought about that one.
"Under my bed. Shrewbs like the dark, it's perfect." She replied.
"Maybe not. Remember, we both have to take care of it. Boys aren't allowed in the girl's dormitories, so why don't we keep it under mine? That way, we can both come and check on it together." Alessa smiled,
"Yes, that sounds right," Alessa was thinking about the spell Dumboldore had cast upon the girls dormitories so that the boys could not enter. "because of the fact that Dumboldore cast a spell on our dormitories. Thank goodness for that. Great wizard, he is." Alessa looked over at Tom, and was surprised at the reaction she saw. Tom seemed a little annoyed to hear that name. He made an angered, and disgusted sort of face at the same time. A face Alessa couldn't describe, she had never seen it on Tom face before.
"What...did I say something to offend you?" Tom looked at her,
"Oh, no, nothing at all." Alessa just wanted to leave it at that, and not talk about it at all. Alessa was starting to get the feeling that Tom, the perfect little saint, had a touch of "bad boy" in him. Even more reason for Alessa to like him.
Alessa was sitting in her last class, teeming with anticipation. Alessa's mind wandered away from her books, and to Tom. Alessa didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to talk with him, and she was getting her chance at the end of transfiguration.
"Miss. Ringwater, the answer please." Panic swept over Alessa. She wasn't even paying attention to class, and now, consequently she'd have to suffer the humiliation of confusion. Alessa tried searching for something to say, but nothing emerged. The teacher gave her a paltry look,
"Not like you to not know an answer, Miss. Ringwater." Alessa nodded her head,
"I know." The teacher said nothing else. Alessa felt duncical and ashamed she had let that happen.
After class, which had seemed to lag for hours, Alessa gathered up her books, and walked to the common room. Tom was nowhere to be found, so Alessa placed her books upstairs in the girls room, fixed her hair, and reverted back to the common room. When she came down, she spotted Tom sitting by himself at a table in the corner of the common room. Alessa couldn't take her eyes off of him, he looked gorgeous. His raven colored hair, his dark, shiny deep green eyes that looked black, the way the shadow resided on his face from the flames of the nearby fire. Alessa took a deep breath and walked over to the table.
Tom didn't even realize she was there he was so involved in his work. Alessa loved how intellectual he was. Alessa went ahead and sat down at the other end of the small, brown table.
"Tom?" she said both quietly and fretfully. Tom looked up from his work, and said softly and quietly,
"Oh yes, herbology." Alessa nodded. Tom put away what he was working on, and took out a sheet of paper.
"Alright. So, we've been taking notes on shrewbs, and now we have to actually take care of one soon, so we mind as well plan out what we'll do when she assigns us a shrewb." Alessa loved his voice. It was so soft, beautiful, and always seemed so quiet. Tom was already writing notes down on the sheet of paper. Alessa continued to glare at him, and he looked up.
"Alright, where shall we keep it?" Alessa thought about that one.
"Under my bed. Shrewbs like the dark, it's perfect." She replied.
"Maybe not. Remember, we both have to take care of it. Boys aren't allowed in the girl's dormitories, so why don't we keep it under mine? That way, we can both come and check on it together." Alessa smiled,
"Yes, that sounds right," Alessa was thinking about the spell Dumboldore had cast upon the girls dormitories so that the boys could not enter. "because of the fact that Dumboldore cast a spell on our dormitories. Thank goodness for that. Great wizard, he is." Alessa looked over at Tom, and was surprised at the reaction she saw. Tom seemed a little annoyed to hear that name. He made an angered, and disgusted sort of face at the same time. A face Alessa couldn't describe, she had never seen it on Tom face before.
"What...did I say something to offend you?" Tom looked at her,
"Oh, no, nothing at all." Alessa just wanted to leave it at that, and not talk about it at all. Alessa was starting to get the feeling that Tom, the perfect little saint, had a touch of "bad boy" in him. Even more reason for Alessa to like him.
