If I May Be So Bold (A Harry Potter Universe Fanfiction)

41.

February 2035

ELLA

Ella met Logan outside the Great Hall after dinner on Friday. He had spent the previous evening following her around on prefect duty, as had become his custom, and they had met up in the library twice more since the previous Saturday, but this was the first time they would really be spending time one on one, without the restrictions of staying in the main corridor.

Although they couldn't go anywhere but around the castle, Ella thought just the fact that they had plans made it feel like a real date.

That was why she had decided she'd better tell her dad, officially. She hadn't realized how much relief she would feel just getting it out there in the open. It had only been a few hours, but already she felt lighter.

"Hey," Logan said to her now as they approached one another. He had that brightness in his eyes again.

"Hey," she smiled.

Neither one of them really knew where they were headed, but they headed up the marble staircase anyhow.

"I told my dad," she said. "Just so you know like... in case he says something to you."

"D'you think he would?"

"No," she said. "I don't know. Maybe. He took it really well. I mean maybe the shock had worn off, because he definitely already knew, but still. He was really good about it."

"Well that's a relief," said Logan. "Cause I was having a hard time forming a coherent sentence in his class all week."

She laughed a little.

"He was very complimentary of you, if it makes you feel any better."

They turned into the main corridor out of habit, passing by all the classrooms. As it was a Friday, there wasn't much commotion here. The crowd outside the Great Hall had thinned considerably. Logan took her hand.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, giving her fingers a quick squeeze.

She smiled a little.

"You know what I was thinking?" he asked.

"What?"

"For the spring concert, I know usually the solos go to all the seventh years that want one... but maybe we could convince him to let us do a duet at the outreach shows. Or like, you could sing and I could play the violin again. I don't know. It'd just be fun to have something we could work on together."

Usually the week of the Easter holidays, members of the choir could opt to stay at school and go sing at a number of wizarding assisted living facilities and usually the long-term care ward at St. Mungo's. Ella hadn't taken the opportunity her first two years, eager to go home, but the more invested she'd become in choir and music, the more she had actually wanted to spend that week singing. It was fun, too, because unlike the big concerts, the students got some say in what they sang. There were always a few pieces they would perform as a sort of smaller scale, trial run before the spring concert, but otherwise, Professor Whitby was open to suggestions.

"What would we sing?" Ella asked. It surprised her that she was even entertaining the idea. She still couldn't believe she had ever managed to do a solo.

"I don't know," said Logan thoughtfully. "Maybe we could go up to the choir room and look through some of the pieces."

So at the end of the corridor, they headed up the spiral staircase and into the dark choir room. Ella flicked the lights on, wishing the sun hadn't already set, wishing the stained glass was all lit up.