Samir Karim (littlepharaoh) wrote in acciogoblet, @ 2012-11-05 16:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | samir karim |
Characters: Samir, with special cameo appearance by Cute Beauxbatons Boy (used with Julie's permission).
Setting: Monday afternoon, Choir room.
Summary: The foreign students join choir practice, and Samir's wish comes true.
Status: Complete narrative.
Mondays were Samir's favourite day of the week. Good luck had decreed that he had absolutely no classes on Monday, so while the weather was still good enough for him to spend the day outside he usually grabbed his sketchbook and some snacks (usually one of the recipes he gave to the kitchen elves years before, and which they were always more than happy to prepare for him) and sat underneath a tree somewhere. As the weather was starting to get cooler, he was sure this routine would soon have to change, but since the only alternative he came up with so far was to sit cosily by the fireside in the Hufflepuff common room while revising his schoolwork or advancing a little bit more on the most recent object of discussion for Book Club, the change did not bother him that much. Still, today he had still been able to enjoy some outside air (not to mention some pistachio halawa), so in spite of still being annoyed over the whole Harry Potter business it was with some very high spirits that he went to choir practice.
The moment he stepped into the room, he was surprised to find a much bigger crowd than usual. It didn't take long for him to remember that this was because the foreign students were now joining them. Silly me, how could I forget?, he thought. This had also happened in Gobstones and Book Club earlier, after all.
As always, he made a point of saying hello at everyone as he crossed his way to his regular spot. Some of the new people either greeted back cheerfully or looked at him with bemusement. Samir didn't worry too much about this, as it was probably just nerves.
Then, as he got to his spot, he froze. Standing not too far away from him was the cute Beauxbatons boy that had caught his attention the evening the other schools' delegations had arrived, and whom he had been glancing (and admiring) during mealtimes since then. Samir's heart skipped a beat. Since day one, he had been dying to see this boy in something he was in, in order to get to know him better; in fact, he had said so to his friends. Well, now it happened.
The boy must have realized that he was being stared at, as his eyes soon turned to Samir. Oh no, he thought to himself. Now he was going to think he was some kind of creeper who likes to stare at others. Come on, he thought, trying to give what he hoped was a friendly smile, act casual.
The boy smiled back - the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, charming and slightly lopsided - and Samir felt as if his legs had turned to jelly. He mustered all his strength to stammer a hello before his eyes turned quickly to Professor Flitwick, who had just entered the room.
The rest of that day's rehearsal went quickly and like a blur for Samir. He knows that they did warm-ups, and that the foreign students were asked to give examples of what they did in their choirs back in their other schools, and he was also aware that he managed to remain in key when the time for everyone to sing together came, but apart from that all he could recall were the few occasions when he dared to look at the other boy before quickly turning his attention back to Flitwick. By the time practice was over, he was ready to kick himself. What the hell was the matter with him?
As everybody was leaving, he went to grab his bag and started rummaging through it, as if checking if his notebook and what was left of his halawa were still in place - in reality a perfect excuse for taking a deep breath while he told himself to stop acting like an idiot. He should just go and say hi to that boy, introduce himself and act normally. There was absolutely no reason for this kind of behaviour. With another deep breath, he put his bag over his shoulder and stepped outside. This was it. He looked around in search of the boy, and his heart sank.
The boy was at the end of the corridor, and he was not alone. A girl (he couldn't see who, at this distance) was chatting animatedly by his side, her arm around his waist in what Samir felt was more than just a friendly gesture. They were clearly very cosy with each other.
He gave a deep sigh and shook his head, as he shuffled in the opposite direction towards the Hufflepuff den. He should have expected something like this, really. Not all Mondays were perfect, after all.