𝐵𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 | 𝒟.𝑀.

2 | ﴾ Not That One ﴿

The interaction in morning potions inhabited my mind all day, filling me with incessant giddiness and rushing thoughts. It wasn't all in my head that he had shown interest in me for the first time ever. He'd even asked for my name.

I'd been pleasantly pleased with myself for playing hard to get and not telling him my name. But I had also freaked him out by going too far with the teasing, which had me wondering if he was more innocent than he let on. The multitude of confused expressions across his face had me giggling in reminiscence almost the whole day.

When I reached my final class of the day, Charms, I could hardly contain my laughing when my eyes locked with his almost immediately. He looked away cringing. The classroom was set up in a semi circle of wooden booths that faced a central podium. Flitwick stood there on a set of tiny stairs that allowed his short form to reach the proper height, and was talking to a rather nervous looking Hufflepuff in the center of the half moon.

I decided it would be best not to press my luck with Malfoy too much that day and sat across from him on the other side of the ring. He was talking to Blaise with an expression of boredom on his face. Blaise glanced once across the ring at me but Draco did not follow his lead. Instead he dropped his blonde head down onto the table, resting it on an outstretched arm. His white hair was fluffy and clean, and fanned out around his skull as he laid there. I could see his pointy nose and nothing more from the angle. His long pale fingers dangled off the edge of the curvilinear table.

Flitwick started to tap his wand rapidly on the teaching stand before looking around the room at the apparent divide in robe colors down the middle of the half moon, "Ah! Yes, excellent. It seems the houses are already divided, today -"

He stopped talking when he noticed my green robes sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the Hufflepuff  crowd, "No! No, you've got to come over to this side young lady and sit with your house. On this first day we are going to do a game of sorts, house-to-house! There seems to be lots of space next to er, Mr. Malfoy. Pop pop now!" Flitwick said in his elfish voice, pointing his wand at the back of Malfoy's oblivious resting head. Blaise grimaced on his behalf as I slumped cautiously next to them. Blaise was much less of an animal then the others, who clearly felt enjoyment in chuckling at the situation.

I sighed, and kept my hands to myself. He probably needed the rest if he was really going to try and sleep through a Charms class.

After about ten minutes of speaking, Flitwick stepped down from explaining the wand movements to a charm that would conjure water from the end of the wand, drawing from the atmosphere. It was then that I noticed the gigantic barrels of water around the room. He began walking around the edge of the semi circle showing us microcosmic examples of the charm; little droplets floated from the top of his wand in apathetic orbs.

The idea was to use the water to block water attacks from the opposite team, and simultaneously make attacks. The team that was the wettest at the end would lose, the team that won would get ten house points. As he passed by Draco's stiff, outstretched hand his hat was knocked off of his head as they collided and several of the students began laughing. Draco shifted slightly but did not wake up. Professor Flitwick seemed unconcerned with this and kept walking as he re-straightened his velvety blue hat.

"Ready, set, go!" He said with enthusiasm once he was clear of the war zone perimeter. The water fight began, some students simply spraying mist from their wand tips as they learned the charm. I watched as one girl sprayed herself in the face more than once. Cedrick Diggory circled around the students trying to act a teaching assistant, but mostly was just soaked in the process by untrained wand movements.

Then from across the way a large, unchallenged stream of water snaked towards the Slytherin front row. It was coming directly towards our section and I ducked in horror behind the low wall of the desk. It plunged straight into Malfoy's sleeping face, soaking him to the bone and toppling over the vile of ink he had left out before closing his eyes. The never-ending-replenishing ink sprayed violently with the impact and I felt water and oil drip down onto my head from the counter above. It made its way across my face and clothing, blossoming into ominous black flowers in the absorbent dress cloth. I blinked through the slimy black substance, trying to make sense of the loud yelling around me.