The rain persisted for the rest of the week, lashing against the windows and covering the dawns in layers of thunderclouds. Kyra was especially glad that she didn't play quidditch whenever Oscar or Grace came squelching back from practice, drenched in mud and muttering dark things. Kyra refused to let Grace into the Slytherin common room until she had siphoned off the mud and used a drying spell on her robes.
However, the rain did provide an excellent cover for conducting private conversations. During one Charms lesson, when Professor Lingard had the class trying to silence toads, the combination of rain clattering on the windows and toads croaking loudly was practically deafening. Kyra used the opportunity to sidle up next to Alexander, who was seated by himself, pretending to focus her attention on her toad.
"So, theoretically," she began casually. "Let's say I wanted to get hurt..."
He turned to look at her with a look of annoyed disbelief, until he saw the grin stretching across her face. "I'm just kidding. I'm not a moron," she said. Alexander snorted and turned to face his frog again. She looked at him more earnestly. "I'm serious though; if I crossed a boundary or something...I'm sorry. I won't do it again." He glanced briefly over at her and nodded.
"I won't even comment on how suspicious it was that you ran away because I asked you why you're not on a quidditch team," she continued. He rolled his eyes, but his lips curved into an unwilling smile. "But I will ask if you'd like to play quidditch with my friends and I this weekend."
He gave up looking at his frog, which he'd already successfully silenced, and turned to her in exasperation. She threw her hands up saying, "No pressure though! It's just casual quidditch. Casual quidditch. And I won't even ask questions. Not a single question will be uttered, not one, not-"
"Okay, okay!" he interrupted, on the verge of a laugh. "Fine. I'll play. Are you sure you want me to play, though? I thought that you were rubbish at quidditch."
"Back to insulting me I see," she said with a smile, waving her wand pointlessly at her frog. It spasmed and made a break for the edge of the desk.
"I could insult more than your quidditch," he said with a pointed look at her shoddy spell work.
"Do I need to offend you again?"
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The Founders
FanfictionKyra Chen is beginning her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when a series of unusual events converge- a new student, a theft- to form a dangerous and intricate plot that entangles her and her friends and draws them deep into...
