|blue_eyes_lost (blue_eyes_lost) wrote in after_the_bombs,|
@ 2012-01-12 21:04:00
The first time that Terry realized that Susan was a pretty girl had been in History of Magic. She had been reading a novel behind her text book as Professor Binns droned on about the same Goblin War he'd been lecturing on for the past week. Even the most dedicated students were drifting away in mind if not body and Terry's mind for reasons he did not quite grasp was watching the way that Susan's fingers were absently fiddling with the ends of her braid. She was the most fascinating thing that he had ever seen.
Flick, flick, flick went the end of her braid. Terry's quill scratched across his parchment in a rhythm that complimented the pulse of that bit of sunlight-bright blonde hair.
“What are you doing?” asked Stephen sleepily.
“Quantifying the velocity of blonde,” Terry replied as the arithmancy formulas grew across his history notes like spreading vines.