Who: Laura Madley and Gwenog Jones What: Flying classes, round 2! When: Monday, September 10. Where: The Quidditch Pitch... again! Rating: Likely NC-17 ;)
She was early again to the Quidditch pitch, but Gwenog didn't hang around in the bleachers this time. She paced in the middle of the field, a nervousness that could easily be taken as impatience. She was far from.
Her hair was pulled back into an efficient ponytail, and she was wearing the simple practice outfit that she had worn during her tutoring session with Laura, though her t-shirt had been replaced by a yellow, long-sleeved Harpies shirt. Her Firebolt was swung over her shoulder, bristles up, and her forefinger unconsciously tapped an irregular rhythm on the handle.
Truth be told, Gwenog was very nervous.
She had seen very little of Laura over the past five days. Flying classes only took place twice a week, Wednesdays and Mondays, and the first Monday had been skipped in lieu of the students getting settled in. There had been the occasionally traded glance in the dinner hall, but Gwenog was a bit spooked about getting caught, and tried not to stare too much. She did not need a student-teacher affair to come out within the first week of school.
There had been Hogsmeade, where Gwenog had been so graciously volunteered by Minerva (it was so odd to call her former professor by her first name, but she had insisted since Gwenog was a part of the staff). It didn't matter much to Gwen, because her classes had very little homework or grading involved.
In Hogsmeade, she had seen Laura... talking... with some boy who's name she didn't know. It had put her in a right bad mood for the rest of the day, but she doubt anyone had noticed. Gwenog had merely fallen back on her devil-may-care attitude by walking into the Hog's Head and flirting with the first pretty face that caught her eye. Though she could have easily had a one-off, the prospect held very little satisfaction as it had in years past.
War changes people, and Gwenog was not immune.
Gwenog stopped pacing when she saw the distant figure of the first student arriving to the pitch. She took a deep breath to calm herself—it's just, she didn't really know Laura well enough to know where the girl stood on what happened between them. Gwenog had thought that Laura wanted to keep pursing what they had, and despite the little voice in her telling her it was a terrible idea, Gwenog actually wanted to see where it would go. But Hogsmeade... Gwenog just didn't know.