Miles Bletchley (miles_ep) wrote in patronus_rpg,
Miles Bletchley

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WHO: Susan Bones and Miles Bletchley
WHEN: During lunch
WHERE: Library
WHY: Because Miles happened to see Susan studying.
RATING: PG (Sexual tension)

Miles left his Runes class in a pensive, dark mood; heading towards the Great Hall for lunch, he kept his eyes focused on the floor, which he glared at, deep in thought. Upon reaching the entrance to the hall, he stopped as he ran in to a group of chattering students. I don’t feel like dealing with this, he thought grimly. He turned around and retraced part of his path, making for the Library. I’ll just conjure up something once I am there... 

Sneaking a small bite of a biscuit, Susan smiled. She, along with a few other students, was studying at a small section of tables in the library. She sat by herself, but was close enough to the other students to where their loud whispers were easily heard. She had a quiz next period in Potions and really needed to brush-up on her knowledge of the chapter. In her lap was a small plate of biscuits and fruit, her lunch.

Heading towards the bestiary section of the Library, Miles walked past a few shelves, grabbing books at random without stopping to look. After he had gathered several volumes, he emerged from the shelves and stumbled upon a vacated, rejected-looking cluster of study tables. They seemed forgotten and little used; deeming this a worthy abode, Miles settled into one of the chairs and laid his books on the table. After a few moments of no movement, he hesitantly pushed the two stacks of books away and laid his head on the table. 

Chewing her food, Susan scanned the open book in front of her. The words swam in front of her eyes, and her eyes watered up. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Don’t zone out now! She blinked, then wiped the moisture from her eyes with the back of her hand. Wah... studying is so boring! She sighed loudly.

A few minutes passed; catching himself dozing off, Miles slowly raised his head. He commenced thumbing through the stack of books, unsure of what it was he was looking for. One by one, the books stacked up in his “discard” pile. The very last book he picked up recorded and described in utmost detail the different types of winged magical creatures, both rare and extinct. The pictures were elaborate, and some of the creatures looked extraordinarily hazardous. Somewhat satisfied, he closed the book on a sylph that was brandishing her sword, picked up the one volume, and stood up. Heading towards the front of the Library, he walked past a group of occupied tables. As he passed by, he glanced briefly at each of the tables, then halted. Really now... He walked over to one of the tables and sat down, very suddenly, in a chair next to... 

“Hullo Susan.”

Hearing a voice and sensing movement next to her, Susan jumped slightly in her chair. The plate in her lap fell to the floor, landing silently on the thick carpet. Seeing that it was Miles who was by her side, Susan grinned. Her eyes lit up happily and she whispered, “Hullo!” 

Laughing slightly, he pulled out his wand and gestured towards the mess on the carpet. In the blink of an eye, the carpet was spotless. Tucking his wand away again, he looked at her. “How’re you?”

“Thank you!” She shifted in her seat, “I am well, you? I have a quiz next period. Potions.” 

“I’m... alive,” he said wryly. As an afterthought, he added: “Oh, do you want me to leave you to it, then?” He put a hand on his book, ready to leave if she told him to.

She shook her head, “No, it’s all right. I’m not going to fail it or anything, so I’m not that worried.” She put one of her small, pale hands over Miles’ large, tan one. “I’m just glad that you’re here!” 

Miles smiled and shrugged at her last statement. “I know.”

Looking at her hand on his, he shifted in his chair to face her better; leaning an elbow on the table, he took his free hand, tracing its fingers over the top of her hand. “What have you been up to? Hopefully not arguing with any one, particularly Slytherins...” he said playfully. 

Susan giggled softly, “No, I tend to avoid them as much as possible. They’re not all as cute as you, so they’re not very tolerable.” She propped her head up with her free hand and looked Miles in the eye. “Been talking to any other Hufflepuffs?”

“Oh, I dunno. I fancy talking to Wayne... but I’d advise you not to get jealous over him...” he teased. “Although, it would prove amusing if you did...” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Me, jealous? Never.” She tweaked his nose playfully. “Well, maybe. But I trust you.” She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and smiled.

His eyebrows shot up as he pulled away his hands. Miles leaned back in his chair, picking the front two legs off of the floor and balancing them, out of habit, on the back two perfectly. Putting his hands behind his head, he stared at her. 

“Chalk one up of my house for being on your good side then huh?” He smirked, but his eye was suddenly caught by a bit of movement. Looking, he realised the remaining students in their vicinity were trickling away from the desks. Indifferent, he turned back to Susan and stuck his tongue out at her. “I can’t trust you, though... you’re too much of a tease,” he jested, a bit of a serious tone in his voice.

Susan ran her fingers down her braid then flicked it back over her shoulder so that it would fall down her back. She stuck her tongue out as well, then replied, “Well, that’s your loss! I’m very honest!”

“Oh?” He did not quite understand what she was getting at. Curious, he leaned forward, the two suspended chair legs suddenly meeting the floor again with a muffled thud. 

“Yes.” She yawned. “Well, is it about time for class?” She looked around at the students who were leaving. “I hope not...”

He laughed and leaned forward, tapping a finger lightly on her lips. “You watch yourself. You drive guys crazy.” He picked up his book and stood up, pushing in his chair. 

Susan’s eyes went wide, and she couldn’t help but blush slightly. “Will you be in the library tonight?”

He tilted his head to the side slightly and raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “I could be... why?” he asked slowly. 

Susan stood up as well and, pushing her chair in, replied: “Well, if you want to study or just... talk, we could meet in here tonight?”

A slow, devilish grin spread across Miles’ face. He winked at her. “If I did not know better, I would say it sounds as if you missed me.” He laughed. Bending his head down, he kissed her on the forehead. “All right then. I’ll meet you here around seven.” He left.

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