[LOG] The Trial of Isabella Fielding
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ass_teaWhere: The Ancient Runes corridor, fourth floor
When: November 23, 2021 (fifth year)
"Now class, don't forget that your translations of the Elder Futhark text I assigned you are due on Thursday."
There were some mumbles of assent from the rest of the class, and Professor Fenwick clapped her hands together. "All right then, class dismissed. See you all for dinner!"
Exhausted from his long day and his stomach grumbling for food, Scorpius Malfoy folded up his Ancient Runes text and had just barely packed his ink bottle and quill in his bag and waved a quick goodbye to his dormmate, Joe Wenlock, whose innards had been groaning so loudly during class that Scorpius had thought they'd achieved the power of speech. Neatly rolling up his parchments, he stood up, turned around, and almost jumped to see \ someone standing behind him. It was one of the Ravenclaw girls in his class, a girl with dirty blonde hair and big eyes whose name was something like Isabel or Isabella. He couldn't remember.
She was standing awkwardly a little in front of the doorway, too far away from him to be intruding into his space but obviously standing close enough that she was trying to attract his attention. She was thin and very petite, not much taller than his mother and with a short, boyish cut to her hair that was parted and brushed neatly to the side, a style reminiscent of some model that he'd seen in his Muggle Studies class when they'd covered the 1960's. Scorpius stood and shouldered his bag. She still stood there in front of him, uncomfortably, looking at him with her wide, blue eyes. Scorpius wondered if she just intended to stand there staring at him or whether if he tried to make his way around her, she'd say something.
He took a step, which seemed to startle her. "Um," she said quickly, taking a step back as she realized that she may have been too forward in making a sound.
"Yeah?" Scorpius asked. He looked around. The room was emptying, his Slytherin and Ravenclaw schoolmates giving them looks as they passed, on their way out the door. Alex Moran winked and grinned, giving Scorpius his best 'go get 'er, tiger' thumbs up. Scorpius wished he could maybe kick Alex in the head and make him right again.
"Um, uh, can...can I talk to you for, um, a minute?" The girl's voice was high-pitched and childish, barely a squeak as she spoke, her hands clinging tightly to her bag that she held before her, almost as if it were a shield to hide behind.
Scorpius glanced longingly in the direction of the doorway. "Sure," he said simply, and made his way out to the corridor, relieved to find that she was following a step behind him. He'd almost been afraid that he'd needed to take her hand and lead her somewhere in order to get her to budge.
"Okay," Scorpius said, stopping at the end of the hallway, a bit of a secluded place away from the other students making their way from their classes to the Great Hall. "What did you want to talk about?"
There was a knot in the pit of stomach that told him in all likelihood what it was the Ravenclaw girl wanted with him. It was flattering in a sense, to know that after Alby had gone through a few girlfriends that he, Scorpius Malfoy, could likewise make another girl this nervous. Maybe she'd even liked him for a long time--that thought definitely pleased him, though he still couldn't shrug the fact that she was certainly not Alby Potter, which meant that no matter what a compliment it was that she liked him, Scorpius was not seriously interested in dating her.
"Um, so, uh...I'm Isabella Fielding and..."
Ah, so that was her name. Scorpius nodded slowly, waiting for her to carry on.
"...and I was wondering if..."
Scorpius raised an eyebrow and her courage seemed to diminish.
"I-I-I wanted to know if..."
"Yes?" Scorpius asked, trying to be as nice and gentle as possible, knowing that if he had to wait around all evening for her to finish her sentences he'd probably die of hunger.
Finally she took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. "I wanted to know if you wouldgooutwithme!"
Scorpius did his best to look taken aback, after all, it wouldn't do to act like he'd been expecting it, even if he had been. He wondered what it would be like dating a girl. She seemed to be the type that other boys would dub 'cute.' And being in Ravenclaw, she was certainly intelligent, if not the most confident person he'd ever seen. He stared at her lips, they were thin and small, again adding to the 'cute' effect that surrounded her. He wondered what it would be like to hold her in his arms and kiss her, the same way he'd been dreaming of kissing Alby since the end of last year. Would it feel the same? Was a kiss just a kiss?
Scorpius had been of a mind to reject her, to tell her he was sorry and that it wasn't her, that he had someone else already in mind, but now that he stared at her, the way her lower lip was trembling a bit, the way her hair was so neatly brushed to the side, her eyes so wide and full of hope, maybe he would date her for a bit, just to see what girls were like, so he'd know how Alby felt every time he spent time with one or pressed one up against the walls and placed one of those strong, silent kisses on her lips.
Scorpius thought of Hawk's words of advice to him. "Move on," Hawk had said to him. "That's life." Now staring at Isabella Fielding, who was heaving small breaths, still waiting for an answer, Scorpius wondered of Hawk wasn't right after all. Alby liked girls, he'd certainly dated a couple last year, even if they had ended up disastrously. And wasn't he interested in that Libby Claysington girl? He'd certainly mentioned her on the train a couple of months ago, even if that had seemed to go nowhere. Maybe he should move on. He and Alby would just be friends, maybe that was his lot in life.
Suddenly, Scorpius wanted to take little Isabella in his arms, and just say "yes." Yes, of course, Isabella, you are cute, intelligent, and a bit boyish looking so I will go out with you. And then he'd kiss her and he would have, after a few dates, a girlfriend. Scorpius leaned forward, wanting to say those words and wrap his arms around her frail, doll-like body, but something held him back.
When: November 23, 2021 (fifth year)
"Now class, don't forget that your translations of the Elder Futhark text I assigned you are due on Thursday."
There were some mumbles of assent from the rest of the class, and Professor Fenwick clapped her hands together. "All right then, class dismissed. See you all for dinner!"
Exhausted from his long day and his stomach grumbling for food, Scorpius Malfoy folded up his Ancient Runes text and had just barely packed his ink bottle and quill in his bag and waved a quick goodbye to his dormmate, Joe Wenlock, whose innards had been groaning so loudly during class that Scorpius had thought they'd achieved the power of speech. Neatly rolling up his parchments, he stood up, turned around, and almost jumped to see \ someone standing behind him. It was one of the Ravenclaw girls in his class, a girl with dirty blonde hair and big eyes whose name was something like Isabel or Isabella. He couldn't remember.
She was standing awkwardly a little in front of the doorway, too far away from him to be intruding into his space but obviously standing close enough that she was trying to attract his attention. She was thin and very petite, not much taller than his mother and with a short, boyish cut to her hair that was parted and brushed neatly to the side, a style reminiscent of some model that he'd seen in his Muggle Studies class when they'd covered the 1960's. Scorpius stood and shouldered his bag. She still stood there in front of him, uncomfortably, looking at him with her wide, blue eyes. Scorpius wondered if she just intended to stand there staring at him or whether if he tried to make his way around her, she'd say something.
He took a step, which seemed to startle her. "Um," she said quickly, taking a step back as she realized that she may have been too forward in making a sound.
"Yeah?" Scorpius asked. He looked around. The room was emptying, his Slytherin and Ravenclaw schoolmates giving them looks as they passed, on their way out the door. Alex Moran winked and grinned, giving Scorpius his best 'go get 'er, tiger' thumbs up. Scorpius wished he could maybe kick Alex in the head and make him right again.
"Um, uh, can...can I talk to you for, um, a minute?" The girl's voice was high-pitched and childish, barely a squeak as she spoke, her hands clinging tightly to her bag that she held before her, almost as if it were a shield to hide behind.
Scorpius glanced longingly in the direction of the doorway. "Sure," he said simply, and made his way out to the corridor, relieved to find that she was following a step behind him. He'd almost been afraid that he'd needed to take her hand and lead her somewhere in order to get her to budge.
"Okay," Scorpius said, stopping at the end of the hallway, a bit of a secluded place away from the other students making their way from their classes to the Great Hall. "What did you want to talk about?"
There was a knot in the pit of stomach that told him in all likelihood what it was the Ravenclaw girl wanted with him. It was flattering in a sense, to know that after Alby had gone through a few girlfriends that he, Scorpius Malfoy, could likewise make another girl this nervous. Maybe she'd even liked him for a long time--that thought definitely pleased him, though he still couldn't shrug the fact that she was certainly not Alby Potter, which meant that no matter what a compliment it was that she liked him, Scorpius was not seriously interested in dating her.
"Um, so, uh...I'm Isabella Fielding and..."
Ah, so that was her name. Scorpius nodded slowly, waiting for her to carry on.
"...and I was wondering if..."
Scorpius raised an eyebrow and her courage seemed to diminish.
"I-I-I wanted to know if..."
"Yes?" Scorpius asked, trying to be as nice and gentle as possible, knowing that if he had to wait around all evening for her to finish her sentences he'd probably die of hunger.
Finally she took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. "I wanted to know if you wouldgooutwithme!"
Scorpius did his best to look taken aback, after all, it wouldn't do to act like he'd been expecting it, even if he had been. He wondered what it would be like dating a girl. She seemed to be the type that other boys would dub 'cute.' And being in Ravenclaw, she was certainly intelligent, if not the most confident person he'd ever seen. He stared at her lips, they were thin and small, again adding to the 'cute' effect that surrounded her. He wondered what it would be like to hold her in his arms and kiss her, the same way he'd been dreaming of kissing Alby since the end of last year. Would it feel the same? Was a kiss just a kiss?
Scorpius had been of a mind to reject her, to tell her he was sorry and that it wasn't her, that he had someone else already in mind, but now that he stared at her, the way her lower lip was trembling a bit, the way her hair was so neatly brushed to the side, her eyes so wide and full of hope, maybe he would date her for a bit, just to see what girls were like, so he'd know how Alby felt every time he spent time with one or pressed one up against the walls and placed one of those strong, silent kisses on her lips.
Scorpius thought of Hawk's words of advice to him. "Move on," Hawk had said to him. "That's life." Now staring at Isabella Fielding, who was heaving small breaths, still waiting for an answer, Scorpius wondered of Hawk wasn't right after all. Alby liked girls, he'd certainly dated a couple last year, even if they had ended up disastrously. And wasn't he interested in that Libby Claysington girl? He'd certainly mentioned her on the train a couple of months ago, even if that had seemed to go nowhere. Maybe he should move on. He and Alby would just be friends, maybe that was his lot in life.
Suddenly, Scorpius wanted to take little Isabella in his arms, and just say "yes." Yes, of course, Isabella, you are cute, intelligent, and a bit boyish looking so I will go out with you. And then he'd kiss her and he would have, after a few dates, a girlfriend. Scorpius leaned forward, wanting to say those words and wrap his arms around her frail, doll-like body, but something held him back.
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:25 pm (UTC)Sounds good, then. >D
Haha, that'll be about right once he finds out Scorp will let him XD]