Post by Arnie Peasegood on Apr 13, 2024 18:01:59 GMT
Ravenclaw → Astronomy Tower
underneath the stars lookin' for a sign
glowing in the dark 'til the sun shines…
"You, me, starry night, long talks about manipulating time..."
Emmeline’s words still rang in his ears a few days later, and as such, in this latter half of the week, Arnie had not heard nearly as much of his lessons as he usually did. He wasn’t inordinately concerned - at least it wasn’t O.W.L. year all over again, and they had time enough yet until exams for him to get his head on straight - or bothered by the sound of her lovely Irish lilt running on a loop. He would borrow Benji’s notes if his own really were too terrible to make sense of, which they’d surely determine quickly come Monday’s study hall, and then he’d happily owe his best mate a fair trade when the bloke was next bitten by a love bug. Well - not that that wasn’t currently the case, they just had to solve a lingering mystery and find the girl who’d dressed as a fox at the masquerade…
The sixth year still couldn’t quite believe his luck at finding Em in the common room in the middle of that quiet night, and that they’d not only struck up a conversation, but that it had already led to a few shoulder-to-shoulder breakfasts with their friends and tonight’s date. She was out of his league, laughably out of his league, and yet, and yet - had let him in, more than just a little bit, to start getting to know her, and he was loving every minute. The Emmeline Vance who was not only a Quidditch captain and expert duellist and drop dead gorgeous girl with a wicked sense of humor and a sharp wit who loved her friends, as anyone at Hogwarts could tell, if they paid attention. But she was also someone who was proper keen on astrology and lit up when speaking of it, who’d rather spend the witching hours in front of the common room fire than in her dormitory as her roommates slept in their beds when sleep eluded her, catching up on her reading as the flames turned to embers and the moon lumbered along its path out the windows. He’d probably never met her eye long enough to hold it until this week, and now - they were so warm, searching, when they found his own.
The only flaw in what really was a flawless plan to spend the evening under the stars was, well, the plague of clouds and on-and-off drizzles that had graced them today. With any luck - not that he had the right to ask for more - the moon would be full and bright enough for them to still see something. He didn’t often stress about plans, but then again, he didn’t often have the opportunity to go out with Emmeline Vance. However, with an all too smug grin, Greta had agreed to loan him one of her little picnic baskets for the occasion; she’d snuck in a few pieces of what he assumed was the baking project she’d been sharing the trials and tribulations of at breakfast - honeycomb cake. Whatever the weather, they’d have a good time - because it was them. Simply sharing the time together was more important than catching stars, right?
But what you wouldn’t give for a meteor shower.
He’d almost dressed for the weather in Xeno’s canary yellow slicker - the lad’s outdoor gear was heads and shoulders above what most of them had on hand - but figured his own gray one would be less conspicuous, especially as he waited for Em by the fire in full view of more than one prefect.
