= Wands High =

Chapter 62 - 25 May 1998, Monday

"Don't you get tired having that arm of yours raised all the time?" – Daynen lazily wrote and watched as the ink from the words disappeared from his parchment, then barely noticing them emerge on the one just to his left.

"Don't you get tired scribbling shapes and letters on your notebook all the time?" – came the reply eventually.

"Only when I am extremely bored. Or ignored."

Hermione's lips curled up ever so slightly for a moment, but her stoic pose returned almost immediately after. She proceeded to answering yet another of Professor Lusstick's questions, before asking for further details on the matter. While the man was talking and writing on the black board with an excited flourish, more words appeared in front of Daynen's eyes.

"We are here to learn after all."

The boy rolled his eyes, barely resisting the urge to pinch Hermione's leg for the remark, but knew better than to anger her during class.

At first it had been appealing when she had taken a liking to their discrete way of communication and later requesting to continue it through the day, no matter whether they happened to be sharing a class or not, but Daynen often felt bound by their rule of zero physical contact. After all, at least half the school knew they were together, so why hide it? Naturally, he suspected that was not at all what Hermione had in mind, and the reasoning behind the girl's position on the matter was entirely based on the fact that it would simply be too much of a distraction, and for both of them too.

The next few sentences came just in time to sync with his audible sigh.

"Instead of focusing on the fact we can't be together now, you could focus on what we could do when we are together. Like visiting the Quidditch grounds, for instance. I would like to remind you that I have been asking you to take me there."

"I thought that Ms. Granger didn't care much for Quidditch."

He added a quick drawing of a confused face to his words.

"Once again you opt to underestimate me, mister. I'd have you know that I've been to quite a few Quiddich games, including the World Cup in 1994. I think I could safely bet, let us say "five early mornings" that I've seen more Quiddich games in my life than you, silly cat."

"Early mornings" and "Late mornings" had become their currency when it came to things they happened to disagree on. The loser had to pay by either staying in bed or getting up early.

"Not eager to take that bet. But yes, I read that Potter was quite the Seeker, wasn't he? That must have been exciting to see..."

What came next was something that Daynen could not really decipher. It looked like a sketch of sorts, perhaps a human face that was unconscious? After a few more moments, words appeared as well.

"That is me rolling my eyes at you. Do pardon my lack of skill when it comes to drawing, I'm not used to scribbling pictures in my notebook during class."

"Now how could anyone refuse you anything after such nice words?" – Daynen wrote.

He bit his lip as the words vanished, realizing that the lack of anything else would leave his sarcasm unclarified. Before he could think of a way to add to the message, however, a reply had already appeared.

It was just a smiley face, which, in turn, brought a smile to his own face, Daynen realized.

Then more words came.

"That or you could always teach me that muggle chess you've been so insistent on and prove your claim that it has way more depth than wizard chess ."