Scrabble // H.S.

Scrabble

This story was quickly written when a friend and I began fantasizing about playing scrabble with Harry. This story was written for her and I hope you all enjoy it.

*This is all fictional*
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Cakehole.

Harry finishes putting the last letter in place as I stare in disbelief, mouth wide open.

For the last hour scrabble has been a heated competition between Harry and myself. The scores are close, we seem to be evenly matched. Our words have been simple commonly used words, until this point.

"Cakehole? Is that even an allowed word?" I ask in shock. Is the word cakehole even used in conversation?

"Yes, cakehole is a legal word to use. Would you like me to pull up the rule book?" Harry asks grabbing his iPhone. He's confident in himself, there isn't an ounce of doubt on his face.

"No, I'll take your word for it this time," I reply while narrowing my eyes at him. As hard as I'm trying to intimidate him, it has little affect on him.

Looking at my letters there are few choices that can be made to improve my score. It gets more difficult with every turn. Less tiles, less spaces, you have to start adding on to previous tiles.

Kale

Smaller word, but the only tiles I had to use were the A and the E. Glancing at Harry I catch him smirking at my recently placed word.

"Wipe that smirk off your face and play your word H." Rolling my eyes as I directed him to quickly choose his next word.

Harry throws his tiles down quickly and draws his last few tiles. As he's studying his newly pulled tiles his brow furrows. His long slender fingers begin to play with his bottom lip. He's concentrating trying to form a word from his tiles. Bringing my attention back to the board I discover the word Harry has played.

Calix.

"What the hell is a calix? There is no possible way these are real words, pretty sure you're just throwing random tiles together."

Harry snaps his head up to me when he hears me complaining of his word use. A deep throaty chuckle comes from him as he begins to explain. "A calix is another word for cup or chalice," he explains so calmly with a devious grin on his face.

Apparently my vocabulary is weak unlike this walking dictionary across from me. Releasing an exasperated sigh and rolling my eyes, "whatever Harry. My vocabulary is quite small compared to yours. I'm almost positive you lie in bed every night reading the dictionary."

Harry doesn't reply because he's focused on his tiles in front of him. Studying the board I see that we're coming down to the end of the game. This is the game changer, who can make words when there are minimum spots left.

Jumping up once a word has been discovered in my tiles. Excitedly I put my tiles into place and begin to do a victory dance in my seat.

Zany

Adding my score, we realize I'm ahead of him in points. Barely, but there is a chance of my victory.

Looking across the board at Harry my hopes of winning diminish. He's barely containing the excitement he has. His cheeky grin reminds me of the 16 year old boy I once knew.

Without saying a word he slowly lays his tile down, one by one.

Q...U...I...O...T...R...

He uses a X and Y already played. Looking at each letter, trying to see if I'm missing something. Harry just sits back smiling, basking in his victory and watching my confusion.

Quixotry

"What the fuck is quixotry?" I ask in disbelief and challenging his vocabulary. "You are just pulling words out of your ass, these are not true words. Never took you for a cheater Harry." I spout off in a teasing manner.

Harry begins to type away on his phone, keeping his cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"Harry wh-" I'm cut off by Harry putting his phone in my face.

"Quixotry is behavior inspired by romantic beliefs or quixotic idea or action. Quixotic means exceedingly idealistic, unrealistic, and impractical." He finishes with a matter of fact tone. His confidence he has in himself is admirable, but also grating on my nerves. I want to wipe that smug look off his face.

"Please don't tell me you have the dictionary as an app on your phone? You're so lame!" Rolling my eyes because it's no surprise.

Harry continues his spiel, "my mother once used this word in conversation a few years ago. It is hopeless quixotry to defy such experienced warriors. That is the correct context to us-"

"Stop already, I don't need to know the whole backstory of how you discovered a word!"

Harry looked down at our score sheet and handed it to me. "It's not about winning or losing, but I won," he said flashing his smile.

Standing up out of my chair I throw my last few tiles at Harry. I begin to walk away because Harry is far too good at pushing all the wrong buttons and he knows it.

"Awe, come back here. I'll take it easy on you next time!" Harry shouts as I'm almost out of the room.

"Just shut your cakehole," I reply to his shouts as I leave the room. From the other room Harry's laughs are still able to be heard and I find myself smiling.