37 Thursday
It seemed that the only shape Noelle could get her head around for transforming a pumpkin, was that of a cauldron. Well, that and a carriage, but she didn't imagine McGonagall appreciating that as much in her classroom. But, for the cauldron, it had the same basic shape as the pumpkin, and Noelle had no problems visualizing it as such.
Other students were transforming theirs into a little wider of a variety than her own, but their objects were flawed or returned to their original form too quickly. So, she stuck to her witch's pot.
In Divination the students had a test, however, Noelle had predicted a week prior that it would be no big deal, and she'd been correct. It was simply a matter of remembering what symbolism meant what. Mostly it came from reading their own tea leaves. Noelle hadn't even studied for the test and received high marks regardless.
When she left class, Azraeyn was waiting for her in the hall, seated on a bench. He had a way of sitting that, if seen on anyone else, would look terribly awkward and uncomfortable, but he looked right at home, feet crossed at the ankle. She raised and eyebrow at him and began walking. He raced to catch up, walking on her right.
"So, for this party, I was curious if there's a dress code?"
She smirked. "Not really. I'm sure most people won't do much, but a few will. Hard to say. I'm dressing up."
"Oh really?" He grinned. "As what? A badass tiefling?"
She shook her head and stuck her tongue out at him. It was so easy to be herself around him and it felt nice. "No. You'll see on Sunday."
He kept up his grin. "What should I do you think?"
"I think… you should be a pumpkin golem." She grinned back wickedly as he laughed.
His eyes were warm as he looked back at her, wiping a tear away from laughing. "She's so fun and dramatic. I love that I never know what to expect from her. In person and in our DnD sessions." She felt the blush starting and tore her gaze away from his, clutching her books tighter to her chest.
It was interesting to her. He wasn't the super dark and mysterious guy, or the bad boy, or the class clown that typically girls would fall for in fairy tales. But, he was more down to earth, the right amount of each category to be just perfect. Not only that, but every Wednesday, he proved he had the ability to deliver the perfect fairy tale whenever he wanted to.