Lead Us Not Into Flirtation
By Philosopher, Seraphina Pyra and CaptainCrash
A note from Seraphina Pyra: Yes, there's more! Lol
Chapter 1 was written by Philosopher, and this chapter is mine. Please read and review as all three of us love to receive reviews. Positive reviews we all like, I always appreciate constructive criticism, but be warned I will pass any flames onto Philosopher and she has many a way to deal with flames. evil laugh
I would like to thank Lord Byron for the chapter title.
Chapter 2: The Angels Were All Singing Out Of Tune
As Harry proceeded to go through his daily morning routine and walk down to the Great hall for breakfast with Ron, Evan began to sing. Out of tune.
"Dum… da… dum… dum… lala… de."
Jim had had enough very quickly. Watching as Evan elegantly danced out of the way of incoming owl post, Jim exploded "Damn it, Evan, will you shut up."
Evan's face screwed up in disappointment causing his halo to shift downwards a little. Pushing it back up into place he drew in a breath "Jim, Jim, Jim." he muttered then raised his voice to a normal level "It's a beautiful day, Harry is going to learn new things, and I anticipate him doing many good deeds today."
"Your point?" Jim asked shortly
"Well, don't you think that's a perfect reason to be happy?"
Jim leaned back into the crook of Harry's neck trying to get comfortable, only to be hit by a piece of toast one of the slytherins had aimed at Harry. Picking it off his scarlet cloak in disgust Jim threw it at Evan while asking "Er...what the bloody hell does that have to do with you singing?"
Evan deftly swatted away the approaching missile and adopted a lecturing tone "It has everything to do with it and stop swearing."
Jim was about to give a scathing reply when he caught sight of someone. Someone who made his frown turn upside down. A plan began to formulate in Jim's mind as that someone crossed the length of the Great Hall towards the Professors table.
"No"
Jim turned at the sound of Evan's firm instruction. The little angel's fluffy white wings were quivering.
"No what?" Jim asked innocently
Evan stood up straight and pointed his finger at Jim. "You know perfectly well what I'm referring to. It just isn't the right time."
"I beg to differ, Evan, this is the perfect time." His voice emphasised the beginning of the word perfect, drawing it out purring like a cat.
"There's a little bit of an age gap you know"
"That's hardly important; besides Harry should go over and say hello. It'd only be polite."
Slightly surprised at the attitude Jim was taking, Evan agreed with the sentiment and nodded his head slowly "True. It's important to be polite."
Jim watched Tonks as she bumped into an annoyed looking Snape, a smile growing on his face.
"What are you planning, Jim?" Evan asked with suspicion.
"Nothing… I resent that accusation."
"So are we going to get Harry to go say hello?"
"Don't need to."
"Huh?"
"Seems Tonks has beaten us to it."
The little angel and his mischievous companion watched as Tonks awkwardly made her way towards Harry.
A sudden exclamation from Evan momentarily pulled Jim's gaze away from Tonks.
"I love you, Jim." Evan said with a contented smile on his face.
Silence filled the air except for the odd flutter of wings.
Jim suddenly had an urge to rip off his horns and stick them in his ears. He hated it when Evan got all mushy at odd moments.
"Um, Jim?"
"Yes?"
"Isn't there anything you'd like to say to me?"
"Sure"
Evan's smile brightened in anticipation.
"I hate you, Evan."
The hurt reaction Evan felt quickly turned into unexpected amusement, as an enthusiastic Tonks greeted Harry by whacking his left shoulder "Wotcher Harry!" Evan tried to smother his satisfied laughter as Jim was pulverised by Tonk's hand.
