Patience

Chapter 81

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"That will be all class," McGonagall says, closing her textbook with a loud thud, "Miss. Rosewood, would you mind staying behind for a moment?"

    "OoOhHh. What'd you do now?" Angelina snickers from her seat beside me. I roll my eyes and gather my belongings.

    "Nothing, I know of." I sigh.

"Good luck with the cat then." She chuckles and makes her way out of the room, leaving only the Professor and I left.

"My apologies for causing you any concern, I just want to have a small talk." She says, taking a seat at her desk and gesturing for me to do so on the opposite side.

"Oh, no, I'm just confused as to what I've done."

"Oh, dear, nothing, you've done nothing. I was just wondering...you're friends with Mr. Wood. Am I correct?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd say friends, but yes we...get along."

"Good, good. Well, he seems to be...falling behind this period."

"Oh?"

"Yes, says he's got a lot on his mind. And you, being top of most all your classes, I feel have enough expertise to help him."

"Oh, well he's in a different year then me."

"Yes, but, from what I've gathered, he'll listen to you more then myself or any other student tutor."

"Tutor?"

"Yes, I want you to tutor him until he catches up."

"I really don't think that's the best idea-"

"Maybe, but I do, and being the professor here, I tend to be correct in most scenarios."

"Well-"

"Wednesdays in the library at half past two."

"But todays Wednesday."

"Then you must be off."

"O-okay" I reply, still confused as to why she'd want me of all people to tutor Wood. She ushers me out of the room and closes the door before I can further argue.

I let out a huff and begrudgingly walk to the earnest library. As much as I wanted otherwise, I was excited to see Wood. It'd only been a matter of days since I'd last seen him but the mere thought of his face made my stomach lurch with joy and made my cheeks rosy. Rosy...

"Hello, Rosy!" Wood calls from a rustic, wooden, desk stationed before the fireplace.

"Hello, Woody." I fake annoyance, walking to the table and sitting opposite him. I grab his textbooks, scattered around the hard surface, and open them to the appropriate page.

"Let's get started, shall we."

"Oh, come on Rosy, you're not actually gonna play tutor with me are you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Then once the hours over we will go our separate ways."

"Ugh, you're such a bore Rosy."

"Oh really? Am I a bore while we make out in a dark corridor?" He's gobsmacked for a moment, "That's what I thought. Turn to page 180, please." He scoffs, shakes his head in disbelief, and does as told.

"Answer questions 6 through 16 then let me check them." I instruct.

"As you wish m'lady." With those words I feel the warmth of my blood rise to my cheeks, creating a bright red complexion. I look down to hide my blush.