Bronwyn pulled a band around her ponytail as she hurried into the Great
Hall and collapsed beside her best friend on the long bench. She turned,
sliding her legs under the table and grabbing for a biscuit and a few
pieces of bacon before leaning close to Caitlyn. "Did I miss anything
important, Cait?" The other girl shook her head as she swallowed.
"Just people laughing at Loony," the other girl whispered. "I'm not sure why, I missed that part. I think she might have tripped or something. You know her, in her own world."
"Always."
"What took you so long, Wynnie?"
"Just couldn't seem to get going this morning. I'm exhausted – I was up incredibly bloody too late last night trying to finish my own Arithmancy homework, seeing as I have to tutor two third years in it tonight. Spare me..." she said, rolling her eyes. Caitlyn looked somewhat sympathetic and shrugged at her.
"Tough break. You know, you could say no once in awhile. You might want to try it in front of a mirror sometime. It helps," Caitlyn shrugged at her and Bronwyn just laughed, throwing her the harshest glare she could manage. "Just a suggestion," Caitlyn mumbled as innocently as possible.
Bronwyn stretched again, then reached for some pancakes. "Hey, Malfoy," she called down the table. "Pass the strawberries this way, please." There was no response from him, so Bronwyn shrugged. "Theodore, do me a favor..." she stopped and smiled as he slid the bowl to her. "Thank you, love," she said before heaping strawberries onto her pancakes and turning to her best friend. "What's with Mr. Happy-go-lucky down there?" she asked, nodding her head towards the end of the table where a tall boy with pale blonde hair scowled into his pancakes.
"Oh, you missed the little prince getting shot down – twice," Caitlyn grinned. Bronwyn laughed slightly as she poured some orange juice into her goblet.
"Twice? Who had the guts to do that?"
"Pansy and Millie. Apparently they already have dates to the ball," Caitlyn shrugged. "I think with the Wonder Twins. Theodore said Crabbe and Goyle asked those girls because they didn't think anyone else would go with them. Not that I'm surprised, who would want to go with them? But hey, I think it'll be fun. You and I are gonna have fun no matter what we do, we always do when we do things together." Bronwyn 'hmmm'ed in response, staring intently at the table. "Wait a second...you are going to the ball on Saturday, right?" Caitlyn asked, her fork mid-air, staring at her best friend. Bronwyn just kept her eyes on her plate and tore off a piece of biscuit. "Wynnie?"
The brunette shrugged at the table. "I hadn't really thought about it," she mumbled into her plate. Then, as quickly as she had come into the Hall, she grabbed her bag and the food left on her plate and pulled her legs out from the table. "I have to go see Professor Flitwick before class. I'll see you in Charms, Cait." The girl hurried away, leaving her best friend staring at the door. Caitlyn shrugged.
"Yeah. See you."
"Just people laughing at Loony," the other girl whispered. "I'm not sure why, I missed that part. I think she might have tripped or something. You know her, in her own world."
"Always."
"What took you so long, Wynnie?"
"Just couldn't seem to get going this morning. I'm exhausted – I was up incredibly bloody too late last night trying to finish my own Arithmancy homework, seeing as I have to tutor two third years in it tonight. Spare me..." she said, rolling her eyes. Caitlyn looked somewhat sympathetic and shrugged at her.
"Tough break. You know, you could say no once in awhile. You might want to try it in front of a mirror sometime. It helps," Caitlyn shrugged at her and Bronwyn just laughed, throwing her the harshest glare she could manage. "Just a suggestion," Caitlyn mumbled as innocently as possible.
Bronwyn stretched again, then reached for some pancakes. "Hey, Malfoy," she called down the table. "Pass the strawberries this way, please." There was no response from him, so Bronwyn shrugged. "Theodore, do me a favor..." she stopped and smiled as he slid the bowl to her. "Thank you, love," she said before heaping strawberries onto her pancakes and turning to her best friend. "What's with Mr. Happy-go-lucky down there?" she asked, nodding her head towards the end of the table where a tall boy with pale blonde hair scowled into his pancakes.
"Oh, you missed the little prince getting shot down – twice," Caitlyn grinned. Bronwyn laughed slightly as she poured some orange juice into her goblet.
"Twice? Who had the guts to do that?"
"Pansy and Millie. Apparently they already have dates to the ball," Caitlyn shrugged. "I think with the Wonder Twins. Theodore said Crabbe and Goyle asked those girls because they didn't think anyone else would go with them. Not that I'm surprised, who would want to go with them? But hey, I think it'll be fun. You and I are gonna have fun no matter what we do, we always do when we do things together." Bronwyn 'hmmm'ed in response, staring intently at the table. "Wait a second...you are going to the ball on Saturday, right?" Caitlyn asked, her fork mid-air, staring at her best friend. Bronwyn just kept her eyes on her plate and tore off a piece of biscuit. "Wynnie?"
The brunette shrugged at the table. "I hadn't really thought about it," she mumbled into her plate. Then, as quickly as she had come into the Hall, she grabbed her bag and the food left on her plate and pulled her legs out from the table. "I have to go see Professor Flitwick before class. I'll see you in Charms, Cait." The girl hurried away, leaving her best friend staring at the door. Caitlyn shrugged.
"Yeah. See you."