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Entry tags: | ! [1943-01] january, elizabeth hale, reginald lockhart |
WHO: Reginald Lockhart and Elizabeth Hale
WHERE: A corridor.
WHAT: Bickering.
WHEN: Friday January 4th after 7th year Charms
STATUS/RATING: Complete.
As much as she loved Charms, she was happy to be done with it. Something about holidays always made it harder to get back into the swing of classes for a few days, and even the most fascinating topics ever couldn't keep Lizzy from feeling a little frazzled and inattentive. She might have wasted a bit of her parchment by doodling on it, too, and she felt a little bad about that. She was never much of a daydreamer, but she did spend a few minutes fondly reminiscing about the holiday. She started to pull her bag back onto her shoulders as she walked down the corridor, heading in the direction of Ravenclaw tower. She would have to put together something to show Charms Club this week. Something sparkly, to bring in the new year. She was thinking far too hard about this as her bag twisted up on her arm, unceremoniously dumping books and scraps of parchment all over the floor. She swore to herself, perhaps louder than a lady ought to, and knelt down to pick them up. There was a downside to not having one’s parents overly invested in their magical education. It mostly came in the form of not always feeling the need to keep up the truth to some of the lesser lies that he had told them over holidays. He had gone off to a party, met up with some non-magical mates, done that whole thing without much of a care beyond the usual ones that came with a war on. Being back at school meant that he could ditch one set of worries for more pressing ones. Or at least make the most of the distractions at hand. Which was how he came to be walking near Lizzy when her bag dumped its contents all of the floor. It wasn’t that he was following her. No, he’d been heading from the Charms class down towards the Great Hall and she just happened to be walking in the same direction. He would swear that on his honor. (Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.) Lizzy was a good-looking girl, one that seemed to be somewhat immune to his charms which made Reg all the more intrigued by her. Taking two long steps, he bent down and immediately starting to help pick things up. “Here, let me help you with that.” It was always a little odd to be at eye level with someone that towered over her, and Reginald was no exception. So maybe Liz looked a little startled when she looked up at him. It was easy to forget someone was really handsome when you spent a lot of time staring at their shoulder. Then the usual pang of oh this one again. It wasn't even that she didn't like Reg Lockhart, it was just that he could be so tiring. She smiled, though, as she scrambled to pick up any potentially embarrassing doodles. "Thank you," she said. Because she was gracious even to silly boys. Should she make conversation? "Did you...have a good holiday?" If he was going to be perfectly honest, it took Reg a lot of control to not grin at the look of surprise on Elizabeth’s face. As it was something resembling a small smirk still managed to creep onto his features despite his best intentions. He wasn’t going to mock her or anything like that, but he felt a bit satisfied to have at the very least unnerved her. A petty victory that would have earned him a scolding from Mother if she knew, but he was going to take it. “I did. It was quite brilliant, very productive and nice to be home. You know how it is.” Reg shrugged as he continued to help her with her things. When he had a nice stack, he held it out for her to take. “Did you enjoy the train back? I don’t think I saw you on it.” While she hadn't exactly gone home for the holidays (not a fact he needed to know), she did nod in agreement. But any good feelings she'd felt recalling her holiday vanished when she was reminded of the train ride home. Stuffing the things she'd gathered back into her bag and grabbing the offered stack from Reginald and putting them back in her bag as well, latching it tightly, she straightened up and needlessly dusted herself off. "I spent the train ride back locked in my own trunk," she said, coldly. Rationally, she knew she oughtn't be so irritated with him, she had been the one that kept it silent on purpose, but damn him for mentioning it anyway. "So it wasn't particularly enjoyable." Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she turned back in the direction of Ravenclaw tower. “Oh.” Reg was admittedly more than a bit stunned by her response. Of course it answered his question as to why he hadn’t seen her, but he had been expecting something a bit more normal like they had just been missing each other or that she had been avoiding him. Being stuffed into her own trunk was actually quite far from his mind. Not quite ready to let a little thing like his own momentary confusion or the fact that her things were picked up stop him, Reg got to his feet and caught up to her in a matter of a few steps. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say. How on Earth did you end up there?” Damn his freakish long legs, she thought as he caught up to her. She wrinkled her nose and looked over at him. It was hard to think about what had really happened, and she wasn't entirely sure what sort of answer he'd wanted. She had gotten pretty good at dodging him if she wanted to, maybe that's what he'd thought. "I don't know, Reginald, I wager someone hexed me and pushed me in there for a laugh." Lizzy really didn't know what had happened. "Let's not talk about that, please." A dark expression clouded Reg’s features as he took in what she had said to him. “It wouldn’t be much of a laugh. Piss poor and damn unsporting humor of them.” He sincerely hoped that Lizzy was simply pulling his leg, making up stories to get him to stop asking questions. The very idea that anyone had actually done that made him want to knock their head in. He didn’t think that would be terribly unreasonable of him to do either. Reaching out he put his hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Are you having a laugh now? Because that is a very serious accusation that must be dealt with.” Lizzy tensed up when he touched her, taking a deep breath and turning around to glare at him. She had forgotten he was a prefect as well as a pain, of course. She had done such a good job of keeping the whole incident quiet, she wasn't sure why she had bothered to tell him, especially if he was just going to accuse her of joking. "I reported it to my Head of House, thank you very much. And I certainly don't appreciate being accused of lying about something so serious. Have a great day." With that, she turned around once again and stalked off, nose in the air. |