delmi robins~ (delmi) wrote in caged, @ 2013-09-19 21:24:00 |
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To say Demelza was excited to put her theory to the test would be extremely accurate. All throughout breakfast, she had buzzed with energy and cast what she hoped were furtive and unnoticed glances at Ravenclaw's table as she wondered whether she ought to pounce on Brian Finkley right there, at breakfast. But hunger reasoned with her, and Demelza remained seated at Gryffindor's table, chattering excitedly about Gryffindor's try-outs later that day. Two hours later, and she was on her way to Professor Flitwick's classroom, Charms being one of the few classes she shared with Brian. Once she spotted his tall, blonde head enter the classroom Demelza made a beeline for him. "Surprise!" She said once she had planted herself in his path, a grin in place. Brian has completely forgotten about his journal conversation with Demelza when the little sprite popped out in front of him. He jerked back in surprise, face twisted in a defensive glare before he registered what was happening. Quickly his posture turned relaxed, his face easing into an amused expression. “So you were serious about that then. Of course you were serious,” he sighed, looking up to the ceiling in forced exasperation. “Right, so here is the accent. Am I still devastatingly attractive,” he teased, leaning down to give her a charming smile. The accent was absolute shit, but he never said it would be a good one. That was just like Brian, to shift from looking irritated and defensive to smiling and teasing her. Sometimes it confused Demelza, and threw her for a loop, but boys could always be confusing for Demelza. "Help!" Demelza cried, bringing a hand to her forehead. She was close enough to him that she could have fallen back and been kept from falling to the floor. "I'm swooning from the attractiveness of it all!" Then she was giggling, her smile wide and infectious, her eyes bright. "Well, thanks for indulging me. I can't believe you thought I wasn't serious about it! I told you I wouldn't tease you." “If you’re swooning then you are going to fall,” he pointed out, not unkindly. He wasn’t the white knight who saved damsels in distress. “I’m too attractive to be catching people all the time. My arms will give out.” “People always say that when they’re teasing people. Of all the accents to pick, you can’t be surprised that I was suspicious. So are you playing this game with all the boys or am I special?” He returned her grin, amused by how utterly girly she was being. Demelza laughed. "I can't tell you that! Girl secrets, you know. If they can't stay secret, then what can? Nothing would be sacred in this world." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I can tell you that you're so far the only boy I've asked, so take from that what you will." She didn't really want to tell him that the theory was only about him; he'd get all arrogant about it, and she liked the flirtation they were having right now. “You can tell me, surely. I promise not to tell anyone else, cross my heart,” he added, making an X over his heart. “Sacred is overrated, trust me.” His grin grew as she continues talking, his ego suitably inflated. “The only boy? I’m either the only one you think foolish enough to go along with this, or you secretly love me. Either way, I’m flattered. It’s nice to know someone thinks I’m special.” It amused her that he'd gone and gotten ego-puffed about it anyway, and surprised her that she wasn't annoyed about it. It was probably because he had appeased her and spoken with the accent like she had asked, and it required minimal begging on her part. "Of course you're special," she said, frowning slightly. And then just as soon as the expression was there, it was gone and she was smiling again. "Everyone is special. But, you know, I'm not in love with you. You're too tall for that," Demelza teased. “Thank Merlin for that. I don’t need another stalker following me around. I have to rest eventually, I can’t do it all,” he said dryly, a smirk playing at his lips. “Although kudos to you for being willing to call yourself special. Most girls wouldn’t be so open about bragging about themselves.” He was only messing with her, but it was her own fault for being so cheery. It still baffled him why he didn’t find it more annoying. Maybe because it actually seemed authentic with her. “So now that you’ve hear my sexy accent, what next? Compare it to others? Live your life knowing the best is already behind you?” He was sure no one else was stupid enough to play along with this game, but it had been painless. "Well," Delmi began, clutching her notebook a little tighter to her chest. It wasn't as though the notebook contained anything awfully incriminating in it but it gave her something to do with her hands. "My research associate and I are going to compare data and sort whether the Norfolk accent can be made sexy but I already think that that evidence says yes. Maybe," she added with a wink, "just maybe, I'll let you read the first copy of our report." “Your research associate? Who exactly is this research associate? You might need a second opinion, for the sake of accuracy.” Brian would never understand the antics of women. “I’m sure it will be far more intriguing than most of the rubbish I have read this year. I look forward to reading the results of your work with bated breath. I do hope your findings are everything you want them to be.” "But you wouldn't be an impartial party!" Demelza said in protest, as though it were the most grave of offenses. "I mean, with being part of the research study and all. But you can definitely read it." For a moment, Demelza stood there smiling and then she jumped. "Well! Thanks, Brian. See you!" And then she ran off, determined to grab a good seat before all of them were taken. |