Unlikely Affection

Is He...Jealous?

The next day at breakfast, I sat with Edwin as I normally did. He was incredibly relieved when I told him that Snape didn't actually intend to use him as a test dummy. "you're on amicable terms with him now?" Edwin asked, gesturing towards the head table where Snape sat silently eating a bowl of porridge and scowling at anyone who looked in his direction. I nodded, picking up my goblet and taking a sip. "So, no playing hide the wand with him then?" Edwin whispered smirking at me and I choked on the pumpkin juice that I had been drinking, my coughing fit causing everyone in the Great Hall to look in my direction, including the teacher my best friend was referencing. "Are you insane?" I snarled at him and he just giggled childishly, "Do you honestly think that would ever be even a slight possibility?" I asked, my face burning red with embarrassment.

"I think you are incredibly attractive and could have any guy that you choose." Edwin nudged me gently and I rolled my eyes. "I think you are full of shi-" my insult was interrupted by a black shadow, clearing its throat behind us, we both looked up sheepishly to find the great dungeon bat towing over us, and raising an eyebrow, seemingly daring me to finish my statement. "I would like to think my assistant would never use such language, when she knows it is against school policy and very unbecoming." He sneered and I gulped "S-sorry Professor, it won't happen again." I spoke quickly and his eyes narrowed slightly. "I shall hope not, considering Mr. Finley was paying you such a... compliment." I could hear the disdain in his voice, his gaze shifting between Edwin and I. Before I had the chance to speak again, he turned on his heel and continued his walk out of the Great Hall. My best friend and I let out a joint sigh of relief, continuing our breakfast in silence.

Once breakfast was finished we began making our way to DADA, talking about the Triwizard Tournament and wondering what absolutely nutty class Mad Eye had in store for us today. When Edwin stopped mid sentence and looked at me with wide eyes. "Wait, did you hear the way he spoke about me giving you 'such a compliment'?" Edwin asked, doing a really poor impression of our potions master as he quoted him. I looked at him and shook my head "What are you on about?" I asked, beginning to walk up the stairs to the DADA tower, stopping quickly when Edwin pulled me by the sleeve of my robe back down the two steps I had just ascended. "Seriously Rora! He sounded jealous... like he didn't like the fact that I was saying you're pretty." I snapped my head towards Edwin who still had a hold on my sleeve. "You are absolutely ridiculous, there is no way he would even be remotely jealous, because that would imply that he had some sort of feeling for me other than professional and that isn't the case." I explained quickly, jerking my arm away from him. "Now, if we don't hurry up we will be late for Moody's class and I really don't want to find out what kind of punishment he would dole out."

We ran up the stairs to the DADA classroom and thankfully made it right before the bell rang. Moody's class was full of warnings about unforgivable curses and even a demonstration which was unsettling to say the least. By the end of it, I was looking forward to Transfiguration and Mcgonagalls lecture about turning a bird into a pocket watch.

Before long, the bell rang and Edwin and I made our way towards the transfiguration classroom, which to our surprise when we arrived was deserted. A note informing us to meet in one of the empty assembly halls down the hall. I looked over at Edwin and he shrugged, beginning the walk to our meeting spot for class today. When we walked into the window lined room we were met with Professor McGonagall standing in the middle of the large space, fiddling with an oversized gramophone. She peaked up from what she was doing long enough to tell us and the large group behind us to take a seat, boys on one side and girls on the other.

Once everyone was on their correct side, Professor McGonagall made her speech about the Yule Ball, a school dance that would unite the three schools competing in the Triwizard Tournament is a night full of dinner and as McGonagall put it "Well mannered frivolity." The girl's side shook with excitement as she explained, the boys looked tired and a bit annoyed that they would now have to learn how to dance and ask girls to a dance.