Transfiguration. Herbology. Charms.. and finally Potions. Lucy was looking forward to this class all week, it was her favourite after all. She made sure she was at least 10 minutes early. She managed to order every stationary utensil on her desk when she heard the squeak of the chair beside her. At least she is not the only one now, she thought. Instantly a whif of a strange smelling perfume took over her smell. Lucy tried not to gag, covering her mouth with the corner of her robe. She refused to face the horrid smell. Suddenly she felt a tap on her right shoulder. A gentle, soft tap. She was certain it belonged the horrid smelling person. Lucy dramatically held her breath and turned to face the prime suspect. It was J.
'Hey Luce' Lucy exhaled the only air that made her feel safe. She tried her best to regain composure.
'Hey...you' she managed. Despite the putrid smelling perfume J decided to wear, he actually looked stunning, his dark hair gelled back, his uniform well ironed and his yellow tie was glowing like the sun.
'I've been meaning to ask you... who are you going to the junior end of year ball with?'
'When is it again?' Lucy asked, as casually as possible, attempting to hide her confusion.
'Uh... tomorrow night...'
'Oh..' Lucy visually recalled her the conversation with Hermione. She promised her. 'Why choose me?' she barely whispered
'Because I like you?' J offered. Well that was easy. Lucy couldn't help but smirk.
'So...?'
'I... got... to... go...' Lucy whispered, she needed fresh air, for more reasons than one. Collecting her things she rushed to the door. Crash. She must have collided with a brick because not only her things but herself repelled and fell to the ground. More laughter. She was getting used to this. She looked up at the dark robed tall figure towering over her. This man had jet black shoulder length hair. Professor Snape. The professor she hated to love.
'50 points from Ravenclaw' he boomed monotonously. 'Pick up your things and get back to your seat...now!' he continued. Lucy did as was told. To her dismay the mention of losing points from her house gave her glares from students clearly from the same house. Lucy preferred laughter, it was somewhat painless. She sat next to J but dared to not look at him again. The situation was too awkward. 'The name is Jaque'. Nope it just got more awkward.