Of Kings and Queens

9/Organisation/

"She's the girl that no one ever knows.
And I say hi, but she's too shy to say hello.
She's just waiting for that one to take her hand
And shake her up.
I bet I could."

•August, 28th•

"If you don't go over there and talk to her, I'm going to fucking go over there and ask her out myself," Robin dead-panned.

"What if she thinks I'm weird?" Perry asked, worrying his lip between his teeth. He continued staring at the girl with long brown hair from cross the room.

"There is no 'What if,' Perry. You are weird. Embrace it." She laughed at his disgruntled expression and gave him a playful shove.

He stood up and walked slowly towards her dragging his shoes slightly, to where her nose was buried in a book. He focused on his breathing. There she was. He exhaled nervously.

He cleared his throat, "May I sit?"

She shrugged. "I suppose. It's a free world." She glanced up at his skittish face and winked at him.

Perry tapped his fingers over the cover of the book he was pretending to read. After a few minutes of being ignored he opened his mouth, finally getting the courage to ask her out.

It took a few seconds for her brain to recognise that he was talking to her and when she did, her head snapped up sharply.

"What?"

"Yeah, are you free Tuesday night?" He asked hopefully.

She looked at him hesitantly, looking from his hair that was sticking up in every direction to the book long forgotten in his hand.

"But school starts on Monday? What about homework..." She trailed off and glanced down at the large book she was almost done reading.

She looked up at him, no longer looking indecisive. "Nevermind. I'm free. My names Madaelyn by the way."

"Great! Meet me after school out by the big oak tree beside the West Tower."

He asked her what she was reading, and she then lead him into a very longwinded discussion over the right ways to properly remove surgically implanted orthopaedic implants.

Perry pretended to know what she was talking about, desperate to make her think he was as smart as the rest of the guys there.

•••

Robin was in the middle of reading the part about the great battle of Hogwarts when someone sat down in front of her.

She was about to ask Perry how it went when she looked up from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and noticed that the guy sitting infront of her was not her brother.

"Hi." His voice was strong and yet still soft and friendly.

She nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear out of habit. Robin smiled at him politely, inwardly wondering what he was doing here sitting at her table.

He grinned back, "What's your name? You look sort of like a Rebecca. Is it Rebecca? If it is I think someone should give me an award. I mean-What are the chances-"

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Robin."

"Hood?" His mindless gabbering let up for a few seconds.

"My name. It's Robin Dar Calzone. And you are?"

His eyes lit up.

He put out his hand and shook her hand, Harry Potter falling to the table in the process.

"I- Am Sir William Charles Braxton the Third. At your service," He tipped an invisible hat to her. She let out a laugh, then slapped a hand over her mouth when the librarian gave her a look that could boil ice.

Robin shook his hand back with just the same amount of vigour as him. "Very pleasant to meet you, Oh-Noble-One."

"So what are you studying? You look like the type to study before we are even assigned anything,"

He leaned over to get a glanced at the book she was reading.

"Ah yes. I too, found Harry Potter very informative of English Rulers in the late 19th century Ireland."

There was a twinkle in his eye as he teased her, his dimples becoming part of his face when he smiled.

"Ha- Ha. Real funny," She rolled her eyes. "So what were you 'studying', then?" She put quotation marks around the word studying.

"There has to be a reason as to why you came into the library on a Sunday."

"Maybe I just wanted to talk to some pretty girls," He winked flirtatiously. She blushed. And not a cute little, slight red tinge to the cheeks. She blushed like a ripe tomato.

"But I couldn't find any. So, I came over to talk to you."

"Oww! Oi- Perry! You said your sister was nice! She just threw a book at me!" He called over to her brother on the other side of the room, ignoring everyone's cold glares.

"We're in a library. What do you expect her to hit you with? A table?" He called back, laughing.

"You know my brother, William??" She turned back to William furiously. She felt angry with herself mostly for believing that a guy could possibly be interested in her without some sort of connection to her brother.

"To be honest, 'didn't realise you were related till' you mentioned your name. He never shut up about you, when we were hanging out yesterday." He grinned at her, giving her brother a thumbs up, gesturing towards the girl who was laughing at something Perry had said.

His watch made a noise and he glanced down at it.

"Call me Bill, by the way. I gotta run, but I'll see ya later," He winked at her again and made his way out of the library without ever touching a single book.