Pokemon Challenge, TeddyMolly II: patience, "I'm going to sit back and listen to the world for a little while. Care to join?", Stupefy
Character Appreciation: Teddy Lupin
Book Club, Captain: cigarette, captivity, Neville Longbottom
Word Count: 472
"Stupefy!" Molly groans when, for the sixteenth time that night, her spell fails. "I can't do it."
She tries to keep the bitterness from her voice, but it's hard. If she's going to sneak out, she should at least do something productive and worthwhile. Instead, she's just continued to fail, on top of breaking curfew. She doesn't know which makes her feel more disappointed.
"Maybe we should head back," she decides in a miserable sigh.
She doesn't want to. Part of her feels like a creature held in captivity when she's trapped in the dormitory at night. There's something about nighttime that makes her come alive, and she's spent too many nights feeling like she's going to come out of her skin; she needs freedom, even if it means breaking all the rules.
Teddy shrugs, stretching his long legs, nearly laying on the window sill. His patience has been amazing, and Molly isn't sure what she would do without him. "I'm going to sit back and listen to the world for a little while. Care to join?" he asks, plucking a cigarette from his pocket and fitting it between his lips.
Molly doesn't know why he does that; he never lights up, only calls it a metaphor. She's long since given up trying to understand why he does anything. As amazing as her boyfriend maybe be, he has a wealth of quirks that she has come to find endearing. She approached him, and he shifts over, letting his legs dangle so that she can sit next to him.
Teddy wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I had trouble with that spell too," he assures her, stroking her dark copper curls. "You'll get the hang of it."
She snorts. "Hope so."
Teddy leans in, pulling her closer. His lips are inches from hers when they hear the door open and someone clears their throat. Molly quickly breaks away from Teddy, her cheeks on fire. Professor Longbottom stands in the doorway, arms folded over his chest, an amused smile on his lips. Molly groans. Of all the professors who could have walked in on them, why did it have to be the one who regularly visits with her family?
"If you two are going to break curfew, at least make sure you don't give yourselves away," Professor Longbottom advises with a soft laugh, gesturing at the candle Molly had been using for light.
"Oops," Teddy says, grinning.
Professor Longbottom shakes his head. "Indeed. Now, I'm going to turn my back on this very empty classroom, and I'm going to find it still empty when I turn back around," he tells them, turning slowly.
Molly takes Teddy by the hand, and the two hurry off. A smile tugs at her lips. Maybe the night isn't as miserable as she'd thought.