Witches in Training (#2 in the Witches Trilogy) [rewrites ongoing]

Chapter Seven: Things Start Going Wrong

VINNI

"Like... on a date?"

He shrugs. "If that's what you think it is."

I smile slightly. "That's against the rules."

"Exactly."

"And it would piss Parker off. A lot."

"Your point being?"

I grin. "You're a jerk. But the rules and pissing off Parker sounds like a reasonable exchange for being stuck with you for a night. Sure, I'll have dinner with you."

"My room, after your last training." He offers me a grin. "I have more rules to break."

*

My last training runs late and so by the time I take a shower and change into a T-shirt and jeans, it is already halfway into dinner.

I attempt to remember where Louis' room is. When I asked him, he responded with a series of nonsense: in order, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, The Shire, the Dagobah system, and finally, the most incredibly lame, "Second to the right and straight on till morning!" I had practically been rethinking my agreement by that time, but in the end he told me the correct information.

It's actually all the way on the other side of the Blocks, so it takes me another few minutes to locate and arrive there. I start to knock, but then roll my eyes. When he opens the door, it'll be to make another smirky comment. I let myself in to find him sitting crosslegged on his bed sorting through a box of movie discs.

Wait, movie discs?

"Ahem." I clear my throat. He turns around and grins.

"Oh, hey, Vinni. Come here and choose one." He gestures for me to go over and nudges the box towards me.

"How did you-"

Louis offers me a mysterious smile, but doesn't give me an answer. Instead, he crosses over to a seemingly empty table and brings his hand down. It meets something solid-something invisible. As his fingers come into contact with it, it ripples and becomes visible. I gasp. "You have a- how did you-where did you get a freaking TV?" He grins again and puts his finger on his lips.

On the table is a somewhat modern television, complete with DVD player and-if I wasn't wrong-cable. In a place where they don't allow any connection with the outside world, a TV is like seeing a lake when you're dying of thirst.

"I only managed to get kind of old movies..." Louis says, glancing at the box. "Nothing new. Sorry."

"The council would freak."

"I know. Hurry up and choose."

I thumb through the discs, seeing stuff like Harry Potter which I've seen before until I come across one that kind of rekindles all my childhood memories. "This one." I say, handing it to him. He takes it, looks at it, and then looks up at me.

"You're serious?" He says, waving the disc at me. "Peter Pan?"

"I feel like reliving my childhood."

He cocks his eyebrow and gives me a look. "I think there's Sleeping Beauty somewhere in there..."

"A boy has Sleeping Beauty?"

"Fine, Peter Pan, whatever."

"What, do you have some eternal grudge against the Boy Who Wouldn't Age?"

"Grow Up." Louis corrects. "It's 'the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up'."

"Sounds a bit like you, Mr Immaturity."