Hearts are Blind (Severus Snape X OC)

A Budding And Horrific Affection

There were probably several points Lucinda could make for the argument of not telling Tristin what happened in the potions classroom that night, but when it came down to it, he was going to find out. At least, she knew she couldn't keep the whole story from him. She'd foolishly gotten dentention for her stupidity—that much her boyfriend was going to need to know about. She couldn't tell him that she'd been in his classroom in the middle of the night, for obvious reasons—one of them being, most importantly, that she didn't want him knowing she'd been going into a hypoglycemic coma. So, what would she tell him? Why did she get dentention?

"You tore up your notes and threw them in his face?"

So, she went with the truth, more or less.

"I didn't want to talk to him," Lucinda replied, buttering a thick slice of bread at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. "I've been keeping my word to you. I wasn't going to have a conversation with him if it wasn't about his class, specifically."

Tristin stared at her a minute, chewing slowly, eyes slightly narrowed... but then he shrugged and took a sip from his goblet. "I already told you I'm not being strict anymore," he waved a hand at her. "He doesn't remember you, so there's no point. If you keep getting snippy with him and having fits like that, you're just going to push him further away." Then he added with a grin. "So, I guess that's good news for me."

Lucinda shoved the bread into her mouth so she didn't have to respond. In all honestly, she felt relieved. Tristin had slowly been becoming more and more like his previous self and Lucinda felt like the naive parts of her were flaring up and accepting it. She was starting to believe his kindness like she had before. No, he was nowhere near the beautiful boy inside and out that she knew before Christmas break, but parts of that boy were beginning to shine through again. He could have been a lot meaner about her explanation. He could have asked for more details, like when this declaration of detention took place... but he didn't. He didn't push it and, although he seemed to be amused at professor Snape's "forgetfulness", he was being fairly nice about it. If Lucinda hadn't already witnessed the monster that resided within him, she might have been duped, but thankfully he'd already shown her his true colors... And that was his mistake.

"So, when did this happen?"

Lucinda was swallowing a mouthful of pumpkin juice when he asked this and she choked on it. She coughed and sputtered and Tristin patted her back, looking a bit alarmed.

"Sorry—" Lucinda coughed more and cleared her throat, cheeks going slightly red. "Went down the wrong pipe."

"Mm..." The boy acknowledged with another careful look at the side of her pink face. Then he waited a moment before asking her again, "When did he give you detention?"

Lucinda looked at him, face blank. "T-today," she finally stammered out. "In class. Before lunch."

It was absolutely false. She hadn't spoken to Snape at all in class. He must have been pissed at her from the night before, because he completely ignored her and stayed silent for most of the period. In fact, the whole class seemed to be unusually quiet, but Lucinda was pretty sure it was only because she'd been used to Aurora's voice in her ear during class. They hadn't spoken yet and Lucinda was still hurt by their conversation the night before, so she sat on the other side of the room. She realized too late that the table she'd sat at was the same one Gabe now occupied, but when he entered class he gave her a somewhat startled look (and she, him) and then abruptly hurried to the next table. No one else ended up sitting with her and she did her potions work alone. Class came to a close, she put her potion on Snape's desk and he never looked at her once. She left class and met Tristin at the doorway. They walked to the Great Hall together and now here they were: at lunch.