Chapter 6 (I think… ?_?)-

"Percival's forcing me to do training with you. Get your arse to training facility #3 in the next ten minutes," she said crossly. With that, she slammed the door behind her and stalked away. Harry sat still for a moment, replaying her words. Sighing, he got up and changed into some workout clothes before meeting Winter in the facility. She didn't notice him coming in, because she was busy pulverizing a line of dummies. She had a sleek handgun in her right hand, and a machete in the other. She flipped over the dummies gracefully, dodging imaginary bullets and impaling her ferocious enemies. She slashed away, firing randomly. Harry noticed that she seldom hit her target with the gun, even from close range. But her agility made up for it- the dummies rocketed back from their posts every time she threw a punch. Her kicks produced dents in the dummies' sides. Finally, when every single one was demolished, she dropped to her heels, rocking back and forth slowly. Sweat poured down her neck, and she took a swig of water. Harry cleared his throat awkwardly. She spun around, her face a mask of fury.

"Oh," she remarked, expression relaxing slightly. "It's just you."

"Just me," Harry repeated quietly. He walked towards her, taking a seat beside her. She exhaled slowly. They sat in a sort of peaceful quiet. Harry waited for her to catch her breath.

"Percival said I had to teach you a couple of different languages as well," she said finally, breaking the silence.

"Languages? What's wrong with my English?"

"No, I mean like Mandarin and German and some others."

"You can speak Mandarin and German?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Among others. I'm multilingual," she explained proudly.

"Fascinating."

"Yeah, it's been pretty handy, actually," Winter murmured, a grin lighting her pretty features.

"Yeah, like how?" Harry pried lightly.

"Well, there was this one time when these thugs were planning to attack me. They devised it all in Korean, thinking that I would have no idea what they were talking about." Winter snorted. "I kicked their sorry little asses," she added thoughtfully.

"I can imagine," Harry admitted sincerely. It was quiet again. "I'm sure you would've kicked their asses even if you hadn't known what they were talking about," Harry blurted out. Her already pink cheeks darkened considerably.

"Yeah," she finally managed. She scrutinized him, trying to see if he was joking."I know." She tilted her head, glancing at him. He was mystified. This seemingly arrogant girl had a seemingly… hesitant and shy side. Harry's best guess was that she used the flair to cover that more timid side up. "Well, anyways." She heaved herself up, holding out a hand to Harry. "Training, right?"

"Right," he responded, taking her hand. She smiled. Harry noticed she had dimples. She was really cute when she smiled, but he didn't dare mention it. Her smile suddenly turned devilish, and she let go of Harry's hand just as he was halfway up. He fell back down on his arse and she burst out laughing at the appalled look on his face. He scowled, which made her laugh harder.

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