'It's a mystery of human chemistry, and I don't understand it. Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home.'
-John Cusack (High Fidelity)
Set during: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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"You aren't frightened...are you?" He says stiffly as she pulls a purple sleeping bag right up near his.
It was said that Sirius Black (supposed murderer) could've entered the castle so all students, from all houses were brought down to the Great Hall to sleep. For safety precautions.
She sits down next to him and shakes her head delicately. "You tell me..." she begins "there's nothing to be frightened of, is there?"
"Now that you put it like that..."
"It's like a sleepover!" She giggles. "A sleepover!"
"Parvati," he says calmly, coolly, "there could quite possibly be a murderer looming around in the castle."
"Yeah," she says as though analyzing the situation, "well, down with him."
She is his light.
Seamus laughs at her perspective on the series of events and peers at Dean, on Parvati's other side.
"Percy's a nazi," Dean comments dryly as he rubs his teal eyes.
"Better not let Ron know," she says with a roll of her eyes, "you know how he is with his family. Anyway...Percy says we ought to go to sleep so you know...let's not."
Seamus looks at her and blinks. "That makes no sense."
"I could do for a cup 'o' peppermint tea," she says, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Sweet dreams, Parvati."
She doesn't see the way he's looking at her. As though she was golden. She meets his eyes and smiles sheepishly: "Night, Seamus."
They lounge comfortably inside their flannel sleeping bags at peace with the quiet chatter around them and smuggled in sugar quills the students are nervously chewing on. As soon as their heads hit the threadbare pillows, they're fast asleep.
Their elbows touching.
No one notices.
No one's looking.
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