Chapter 22

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The next week saw no improvement in the weather as well as the long-awaited first quidditch match of the season: Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Grace, who played chaser for the Slytherin team, was antsy for the entirety of breakfast, while Kyra tried to coax her to eat some toast.

"How about if it's one part toast, four parts Nutella?" Kyra questioned, slathering a piece of toast with Nutella and offering it to Grace. Grace looked at her blankly. "That's a no then," Kyra sighed, taking a bite of it herself and making a face.

As she did so, her eyes met Alexander's across the hall, who was arrested mid-motion while pulling on his jacket. Swallowing her bite manually, she gave him a small, but genuine, smile, before focusing on Grace again.

Grace whipped her head around, her previous melancholia forgotten, and then turned back slowly, a smile playing around her mouth. "So, I was going to ask you why you got in so late the other night..." she casually began, picking at an apple.

"Uh, I fell in the lake and Alexander left me there because he needed to finish his Herbology homework," Kyra explained in a bored voice.

"Really?" Grace really could be gullible sometimes, although usually only for a moment before her mind calibrated what had actually been said.

"No, not really, Grace, come on," Kyra said in amused exasperation. "We just hung out in Hagrid's hut for a while, drying off. Not exactly the spot for a romantic tryst, you know."

"Oh, I don't know" Grace mused, taking a bite of her apple. "A nice lake view, isolated, a crackling fire."

"Yeah, pretty much ideal for a serial killer, right?" Kyra asked as Grace gave up on her plate full of bacon and eggs and stood up. They made their way down the aisle between two long tables, the dining hall noisy and packed.

"How morbid of you, Kyra," she said as they reached the entrance hall where a couple of Grace's teammates stood in circle. She headed over to them, saying over her shoulder, "See you later, I'll look for you in the stands."

"I'll be the one wearing your jersey," Kyra responded with a wink.

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