sunlit meadows, winding brooks ✮ slytherin boys

chapter nine // two of swords

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February 13, 1995

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          Vienna was in her History of Magic class, her hair moving softly from the draft coming through the open window. Her classroom was frigid, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything. In reality, that wasn't the real reason. It was Lorenzo's body heat radiating onto her like a blaze, combined with the fact that they had Quidditch practice later.

          Before the Christmas break, Vienna and Lorenzo created a deal. No, it wasn't about kissing him like last time; it was simply a promise to hold a Quidditch practice every Friday to maintain their skills during the off-season.

          "V," Lorenzo whispered, trying to get her attention, "Could you pass me the answers?"

          "Leave me be, Lorenzo," Vienna muttered through gritted teeth.

          "Please, V? Just this once? I can't concentrate while imagining you on that Quidditch pitch later," Lorenzo admitted, his head lying on his hand.

          Vienna's face reddened like a cherry tomato. He was imagining me?

          "If you fail this next test, don't blame it on me," Vienna shot, passing Lorenzo her papers.

          "I wouldn't dare," Lorenzo smirked, copying down Vienna's answers.

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          After classes were dismissed, Vienna traveled through the crowded corridors and into the library. Practice usually ran late into the night, so she needed any study time she could get. When she arrived, she spotted Charlotte on a nearby couch enjoying The Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology.

          "Good afternoon, Lotte!" Vienna smiled, plopping down next to the brunette and sprawling her books on the wooden coffee table in front of her.

"Are you looking forward to your date with Lorenzo?" Charlotte said immediately, not even allowing Vienna to get comfortable.

          "It isn't a date," Vienna scoffed, "How many times will I have to repeat it before it finally sticks in that thick skull of yours," she snickered.

          "I don't buy it." Charlotte eyed Vienna. "You've been practicing with him every week since we've returned from break. Plus you quite literally kissed him at the Yule Ball! There's no way you don't like him at all."

          Vienna felt a blush rise to her cheeks. "I never said I didn't like him—I just pointed out that it's not a date."

          "I knew it!"

          "Knew what?" Vienna asked, trying to play dumb.

          "That you do enjoy more than just his company." Charlotte ribbed and Vienna rolled her eyes. "Right, if you really don't like him, you should inform him. He talks about you a lot and in more than a 'just a friend' way."

          Vienna gathered her hair into a tie and stood up, grabbing her books. "I don't believe you for a second," she said, leaving Charlotte alone on the couch.

          "Enjoy your date with the guy who kissed you," Vienna's twin snarked.

          "Still not a date!" Vienna shouted, slamming the library doors and marching towards her dorm.