To Listen With Our Ears, Minds, and Hearts Chapter 5- Deceiver (Disturbed)
A/N: I forgot to mention, Mizy is one of Ravenclaw'prefects
The next day, Mizy and Nooni hurried to the Great Hall for breakfast. As Mizy settled some breakfast on her plate, she turned to the look at the staff table. Quirrell was absent. Feeling slightly down, she started on her bacon.
"Look!" Nooni said. Mizy's head snapped out, thinking Quirrell had entered. Instead she found Nooni holding a necklace, a long, thin, silver chain with the letters "Love" attached at the ends in shining silver letters, somehow giving off a sheen of rainbow colors at random times.
"That is so beautiful!" Mizy commented wholeheartedly. Nooni beamed, and Mizy smiled, wondering when anyone would ever give her such a gift.
After a long day of taking notes on various subjects, and no Quirrell, Mizy and Nooni retired to the common room, and busied themselves with their homework.
The next day, Mizy was excited and worried about what would happen in DADA. She hoped he would not give her special treatment that would draw attention, but she always didn't want him to just pretend like she was like any other student; it would be like he didn't care. Mizy stood in front of the door to the DADA classroom, she and Nooni always being the first ones to arrive after Transfiguration. Nooni gave a dramatic groan, and pushed Mizy inside, who was just about to sit down in the desk nearest the door when Nooni gave her another push to the front of the room. Scowling, but also pleased, she and Nooni sat in their usual seats in front of Quirrell's desk. As the rest of the class filed in, and the bell rang, Quirrell entered the classroom from the other doorway. Mizy looked at him, hoping to make eye contact with him. To her disappointment, he looked straight past her and addressed the class, and began the lesson. Mizy busied herself with taking out her textbook. She felt somewhat abandoned by Quirrell. She got the impression that he seemed to want to avoid her, so she lowered her head and tried to keep her attention on her work and Nooni.
Nooni seemed to realize that the two were keeping their distance. She also noticed that Quirrell sneaked glances at Mizy once in awhile. Feeling as she should inform Mizy of this, she tore a small piece of parchment away and scribbled, "Quirrell's lookin at you." She passed Mizy this, who took it, read it several times, and looked up at Quirrell, whose gaze hurriedly looked lowered from Mizy to his paperwork. Mizy smiled; he acknowledged her. Mizy mouthed a thank you to Nooni, who smirked.
As the bell rang, the class noisily got up and exited the classroom.
"Ms. Y-Yaru, could you stay a m-moment?" Quirrell said. Nooni gave Mizy a sneaky smile, waved, and left the room. Butterflies swarming in her stomach, Mizy set her bag down and walked over to Quirrell.
"Yes, professor?" She said. Quirrell gave her a nervous smile, and his eyes darted to door (which Nooni had closed behind her as she left) as though checking for eavesdroppers.
"I just t-think it'd be b-best to be s-straight forward." He said. "D-do you t-trust me?"
Mizy was taken aback by that question.
"What do you mean?"
One of his eyes twitched and he absent-mindedly played with his hands.
"Do you t-trust m-me?" He repeated. Mizy hesitated, wondering where this conversation was leading to.
"Yes."
Quirrell smiled thinly, reached inside his robes, and pulled out his wand.
"What have you been? Did something happened? What did he do to you?" Nooni asked angrily. "I'll kill him if he did something to you!" Mizy shook her head. She had just sat down in her seat in Charms
"Nothing. We just...talked." Mizy said. Her memory is strangely blank, and could only recall bits of faint conversation. But nothing else seemed to had happened. Nooni eyed her friend suspiciously, but did not press the matter.
Mizy felt strangely drained while practicing the spell work, but she trusted Quirrell, and didn't give it another thought.
They retired to the common room after all their classes. Mizy bid Nooni good night, and left to perform her nightly patrols.
The next morning, Mizy awoke to darkness. Groaning softly, she pulled back the drapes of her four poster bed to a brightly lit room. Only when she was finished with her toiletries and all did her mind wander to last night. Strangely, she only remembered vaguely wandering around the castle, and had no memory of returning to the common room and getting into bed. She shrugged it off, thinking she was probably too tired for anything to stick in her mind. She continued with the day.