The man stood up and went over to the sink to get a glass of water. Dudley glared at me. Again, if looks could kill…but I didn't care because the only that was going through my mind was, "What the bloody hell is going on here?" The man shook his head and mumbled something to himself. The boy was staring at the man, a look that says 'don't you dare,' but what the boy didn't want the man to do I was clueless on. Then the man turned sharply around and we all jumped. I heard a CRUNCH noise, Dudley's chair had broken. The man ignored this.
"I think it's best if you stay here over-night," I opened my mouth to protest but the man held up his hand, "No, it's obvious that your in no condition to go home by yourself, my wife will drive you tomorrow," He said simply. Dudley looked disappointed and asked if he could be excused. The man nodded and got himself another glass of water. I glanced at the boy who was now looking suspiciously at the man.
"W-where will I sleep?" I asked sheepishly, turning a bit red. The man considered this. Surely he wouldn't put in this boys room? He knew we where almost the same age by my appearance and out behavior. I glances at the boy who glanced at me and went back to watching the man. I watched him for a moment or two. He was actually kind of cute. See? HAH! I knew it! Becca said guys with glasses with nerds! I could tell this boy wasn't. He had a look of athletics about him and after looking at him for a bit, you could hardly notice the glasses in front of his blazing green eyes. His hair was messy, yeah, but it worked for him. He'd probably look stupid with his hair cut any other way. His bangs ended just above his eyebrows and didn't curve towards them, like other guys' (which made it look really bad), but just went everywhere. He looked kind of tired, like Becca did after going a few days without coffee and cheerleading practices everyday. I noticed I was staring for a while now and he (hopefully) hadn't noticed. The man started to speak and tore my gaze away from him.
"Well, I suppose you'll sleep on the couch. Boy, make the couch," He ordered. I glanced at the boy and saw his eyes had gone dark. The man seemed to notice but didn't say anything. The boy pushed his chair out and mumbled something, then left. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.
"I suppose Dudley had gone to bed, me and my wife will, too, then, if the boy gives you any trouble, feel free to tell," He said rather gruffly and left. I just sat there. Staring. Then I heard feet going up the stairs and a door closing. I sighed and rubbed my arm, just realizing it had been pinging every now and then with tingles of hurt. Then came a noise of a door opening, closing and feet coming down the stairs. I got up and poked my head out the doorway and saw the boy bringing 2 sheets and a pillow down the stairs. I came out and smiled at him.
"I'll do it, no worries," I said taking the sheets and the pillow. He took them back.
"No, no, it's alright, you had quite a fall," He mumbled. I took them back from him, smiling.
"Yes, but I'm ok now, I'll do it myself," I said. He smiled, too. He thought for a moment and took them back.
"Yes, but then I wouldn't have an excuse to stay down here and talk to you," He said walking in the living room. I stood there, head tilted to one side watching him leave. I giggled and followed.
"You could always say you weren't sure if I was sane or not, and wanted to make sure I didn't throw myself in the fire," I said, watching him make the couch for me. He laughed and looked at me, blowing the bangs out of his eyes.
"I think they might actually believe that," He said avoiding my gaze. I could tell he was trying to keep a strait face. I scoffed, in a hurt way, and threw the pillow at him.
"You hurt me, really," I said putting a hand over my heart. He grabbed the pillow with amazing reflexes and fluffed it on the couch. There was silenced for a few minutes. I could tell he wanted to say something.
"You told me I looked like Harry Potter," He smiled, he was thinking, "I get that a lot…" He said slowly and sat down on the newly made bed. I fiddled with my hands wondering if I should sit, too. "Whatevs," I thought plopping myself down next to him. He avoided my gaze, but for a different reason now. I let out a quick laugh.
"Good, I thought it was just me," I said and he smiled a bit. I would've liked to look him in the eye, to see what was wrong. I guess I just had to ask, then, "Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice sincere. I wanted him to trust me fore some reason.
"Well…" His face brightened and he looked at me, "What school do you go to?" He asked, looking right into my eyes. "St. Hell-holes Place of Evil," I thought, and I saw his face stiffen. I faintly wondered why before answering.
"The local High school, you know, I think it's the one a few blocks away…" I said recalling the way over here. He face fell and he looked away, "Why? Where do you go? I've never seen you at scho…" I stopped and looked at my hands, "Oh. Right. You go to that, erm, St.Bruno's place," I said quietly. He looked at me furiously and opened his mouth to respond. I felt my eyes narrow in bewilderment and suspicion. He closed his mouth and put his chin in his hands and said "mmmhmm" before sighing. I looked at him closely and leaned back crossing my arms smartly, "But you don't go there, do you," I said, holding my breath. He lifted his head and swiveled around to face me.
"N-no…I don't," He said slowly, "How did you know," I shrugged. He stared at me some more. I opened my mouth then closed it, then opened it, then closed it. This went on for quiet some time before I gave up. How would I go about asking him things without sounding high or, well, insane? He just sat there, staring in the fire. I hardly realized when he leaned back, so that we where parallel. I kept wondering, how do I ask him? I decided to ask his name.
But maybe later?
NO, NOT LATER, JENNA, NOW!
But I dunno, if I ask just out of the blue….
You have a right to know his name, come on! You might never get another chance anyway! You're leaving tomorrow.
I had a mental battle with myself, and furrowed my brow. The second voice won…Now all I have to do is get up the courage to ask –
"What's your name?" He asked looking at me. Well, that was easy. Said the voice in my head. Shut up. He was now looking at me expectantly, and I flushed, having taking so long to answer.
"Jenna Ellis," I said smiling, he smiled back, "A-and…your?" I said fiddling with my hands. He looked at me and then at the fire, then me.
"Harry Potter," He said easily. I let out a breath.
"For a minute there I thought you where going to say Ha…" I stopped and stared at him. He rolled his eyes and lifted his bangs.
There, on the right a bit on his forehead, was lightning shaped scar.