It was unfair and the girl wanted it to be fair. Colin was supposed to be the only one sent to detention but she can't have that, so she volunteered to take his place. It shouldn't have been him from the start-- it was supposed to be her. It was her who swam in the lake, her who tried to sneak out the infirmary, it was all on her.
Colin is just too stubborn.
So, in the end, they both got detention in different parts of the castle.
Some things just can't be helped.
Like how she bit him and held him down.
Like how she enjoyed it.
Like seeing him in a room made her want to do it all over again.
Like she can't help but lust after his taste.
Sweet but strong. Hard but at the same time fleeing. And it was so pure. She realized that just thinking about him was making her dizzy.
"Never seen that portrait shine like that in decades!" A soft but booming voice said from behind the girl. It nearly made her drop the rug that she was using to polish the wood and to her surprise a translucent hand reached out from her abdomen to try to catch it. The girl whipped her head back to see a fat ghost wearing a habit. "Good afternoon! I haven't seen you around before. Could you possibly be a new student?"
The girl looked at the fat friar ghost with a blank expression. Is he talking to her?
"Yes, she is and she's in detention so I don't think you should be talking to her," Hannah Abbott came up to her with a rag of her own. The girl was not sure what is going on but just nodded. Hannah is not lying anyway.
"That is too bad. Be a good girl now and don't cause trouble or I will come and haunt you!" The fat friar left with a hearty laugh that echoed in the empty corridor.
"Good decision for not talking, he would have interrogated you until daybreak if you even let out a peep," Hannah helped the girl straighten the portrait of puppies playing in the prairie. "He's nice but he's nosy. In fact, everyone's nosy around here including me, must come with being a Hufflepuff.
"I'm not," the girl replied. She picked up the jar that Filch instructed her to fill with spider eggs, apparently he uses it to make coffee. Wonderful.
"Sure, you're not," Hannah chirped happily as they approached another portrait. This one just a picture of a sunny lawn of grass with a lone tree.
The cobwebs were easy enough to remove but the dust that accumulated on the portrait has looked like it was part of the portrait frame. It made the girl hack a cough, she came unprepared. No mask to cover her nose or even a handkerchief. This is the first time she was ever asked to do something as manual as cleaning but she'll rather be pushed down the enchanted changing stairs than admit it.
"Here," Hannah offered her a white handkerchief with lace on the edges. "I'll be alright, just take it." She has already raised the collar of her shirt to cover her nose.
The girl had no choice but transfigure the handkerchief into a mask. "Thank you."
"A better gentleman than a gentleman, dare I say," someone said from inside the portrait. The one talking was a pint sized knight. His voice sounded just a bit deeper for he was speaking behind his helmet.
Hannah and the girl both giggled.
"Savagery! Mockery in my presence! Is this a call for a duel?"
Hannah just shook her head and turned the portrait on it's back. "Men," she simply said.
"Must be why you don't like them," the girl observed Hannah for her reaction. If they must be friends then the girl must eliminate this barrier of mystery between them immediately so that it won't be awkward. She's awkward enough on her own.
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Dear Bright Eyes| Colin Creevey
Fanfiction"All he wanted was a picture. All she wanted was a bite."
