AIANES (Theodore Nott) H.P AU

Chapter Fourteen

Jealousy, by its literary definition, is the feeling of discontent due to longing for what someone else has.

And Olympia, being the well read girl she is, knows that. Still, despite her bright nature and quick realization of most matters around her, the one she witnesses now is not one of them.

She's not jealous, she can't be. Why would she? It's not as though she's currently sitting inside the library watching Theodore smile and chuckle to his heart's content on the other end of the room with a merry looking Tracey Davis by his side.

She's not jealous.

This is just her being childish and bitter about her best friend having other friends outside their circle. At least that's what she tells herself. After all, Theodore is just that — her friend.

And despite all the reassurance she gives herself, she can't help but speak up and ask the question that has been eating her brain for the past hour or so.

"Have they always been this close?" Olympia wonders, earning the attention of all three boys on the table.

Blaise looks up from their double paired Herbology assignment, he glances towards both Anthony Goldstein and Phoenix before he too, speaks up. "Who?"

"Davis and Nott, of course." She nods her head to their table.

"Tracey? I suppose, seeing as they have arithmancy together." The use of her first name irks Olympia. "They used to talk often before, not so much this year." Blaise shrugs his shoulders in a graceful manner.

Nodding her head, the last Sarantos takes in all of the information. She stares at Tracey, her half-blood dormmate, trying to find her physical appeal and why would anyone give her so much as the time of day.

There's a sickening realization when she does see it.

Tracey is pretty, with long straight copper hair and wildly expressive brown eyes. Her features are gentle, the kind of soft that makes someone approachable.

Olympia doesn't know why, but her mind suddenly takes a turn on her, going down a road she's never walked before. It's unfamiliar and even a bit scary. Especially when she finds herself comparing who she is to this other girl — This girl whose laugh is soft and not loud, whose hair is straight on its own and not wild and curled, who's known for her kindness and not a cold demeanor, and who people deem as approachable — Never intimidating.

She understands what people see on Tracey, she really does. And she thinks that's what stings the most, because people adore girls like that. Soft spoken and kind. And Olympia is the complete opposite, not just in personality but in appearance too.

And it is not as though the pureblooded witch is ugly, quite the opposite if anything — She's stunning, and people recognize that aspect of her. But in her opinion, her features are brazen, stiffer, and more edged. Her eyes, icy green and feline, never warm brown and doe, always narrowed and ignited with some type of venom. Her jaw chiseled and her cheekbones high and sharp. Her nose straight and upturned, lips plump and rosy as though she just bit into them.

Olympia Sarantos is an ethereal girl, she knows that, even relishes in it, but for a second, as her eyes focus on Theodore and Tracey, she wonders if the former looks at her and ever thinks, 'No, not quite enough.'.

"What's another name for the Herbivicus spell?" Anthony Goldstein asks, making the girl snap out of her line of thought.

She's thankful, because she really doesn't want to know what heaviness lies beneath her previous daydreaming.

"Gardening charm." Phoenix answers, sprawled over the opposite chair while a book that has the title 'Romeo & Juliet' covers his face, the words muffled against the pages. "What's your deal with Nott, anyways?"