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Author's note: I know, I know. I didn't update on Saturday and now this chapter is super short. In my defense, my weekend was incredibly busy. And I'll be putting up the next chapter either tonight or tomorrow (and that one is almost three times as long as this one). But generally, the update schedule might change, because I'm back to Uni as of today and there might be some days on which I simply cannot update as a rule, but I'll figure that out and let you know if there are any permanent changes :) And now enough of me. Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
Thursday, May 26th 2022
Ravenclaw Common Room, Hogwarts, Scotland
There is a hand on top of her notes, Grace stares at it for a second before looking up at its owner. "There is a hand on my notes," she says dryly.
His lips twitch. "I know," he says. "No studying tonight, okay?"
She purses her lips, looks at the shadows under his eyes and knows that it isn't just because of OWLs. "Only if you promise that there will be no worrying either."
"I promise," he says. "Come on." She follows him over to their couch; he sits at one end and leans against the armrest. She grins at him and lies down with her feet in his lap, propped up on a pillow she leans against the other armrest.
"Is that all I am good for?" he asks her with a grin of his own.
She laughs. "I'm sure you have many uses. This is merely one of them."
"And what other uses do I have?" His grin hasn't vanished, but Grace knows how fast this conversation could veer into dangerous territory, so she chooses her answer carefully.
"You're good for reading to me," she says with a smile. And then, because she feels it's not enough, she keeps going. "You're good for talking all night long, and you're good for comfortable silence. You're good for making me stop studying and you're good for calming me down. You're good for helping take care of Evie and you're good for doing slightly stupid things just because I asked you to." She pauses. This was not what she had in mind when she decided not to let this conversation take a turn for the potentially awkward and she needs to fix it. "Plus," she adds with a mischievous smile, "you're pretty to look at."
He laughs and she hopes that at least for now her last comment can distract him from the rambling she did before. "So are you, Gracie," he says and she's suddenly too busy worrying about the blush rising in her cheeks to get hung up on her little rant.
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