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𝕴 grunt irritably, staring down at the words on the page, skipping the next three before settling back onto the fourth. Remus, having noticed this, wonders quietly,
"Did you just skip some of the pages?"
I hummed in response, leaning in to where he was playing with my hair whilst being perched against the desks and I was sat on top, waiting for our DADA professor to arrive for the lesson. He playfully tugs on a few strands to earn my attention, mumbling,
"Why?"
"Because Jo March is an annoying bitch on those three pages and I hate that, so I always skip them to where her unnecessary drama dies down and I can resume happily" I answered nonchalantly, not lifting my head up to the lycanthrope, though whining quietly when he takes the hair tie out of the ponytail so my hair cascaded down my back instead.
He smiles to himself, knowing he had some sort of reaction from doing that, driving him to stand in front of her, rather to the side as he brushes the fallen silk locks back between his fingers.
"That ponytail took me a good two minutes to do this morning...." I muttered, not straying my eyes from the words, also knowing he was blocking my light from standing in front of me but I decided not to mention it.
"Yes, well, I want to be the only one to be able to hold your hair up" He responded lowly my head snapping up from my book finally, quirking an eyebrow at his round eyes, deciding to tease him,
"Are you jealous of a hair tie?"
He scowls down at her, tugging at her hair again and murmuring, "Jo can be quite frustrating at times, but there's ups and downs where I love her and hate her. It's because she's strong minded and passionate, sometimes it's a bit bratty though...especially with her and Amy"
"Agreed" I nodded, folding the corner of my page and placing it down beside me as I focused my attention on him whilst he stood in between my legs. I flattened my palms on his chest, sliding them up his grey school jumper, a soft sigh emitting from his lips, almost melting into my touch.
He stares down at her heartily, his new found anticipation from the attention he was getting making warmth blossom in his chest. He peered briefly to her yellow tie and to her palms on her chest, feeling rather giddy when he spots they're painted the same colour from the previous midnight blue.
"You've painted your nails again" He observed, my smile widening as I looked up to him brightly, even more so when I noticed the faint blush coating his cheeks,
"That I have, Casanova, that I have. Does it put you in a better mood now?" I queried, his head nodding slowly, smiling feebly when I laughed softly, leaning closer to him as I murmured, "I'll make you feel even better after this lesson"
His jaw slacks and his throat bobs as he stares, about to ask for more intel on that when Professor Griffin stepped into the classroom rather merrily, clapping her hands together and using her wand to write on the chalk board at the front of the classroom for today's topic.
