Her elbow was smack dab in the center of her opened Transfiguration book, and though she should be looking for material to write her essay on ( “Reasons Why Transfiguration Should Not Be Played With”) her eyes had rather found the large window of the library that was right beside her table. It was a most fascinating game to watch as the water droplets hit the glass at the top and then rolled quickly downward as if trying to win a race. Every time a little drop was swallowed by a bigger and faster one, Jennie felt a bit sad that the little one never got a chance to reach the bottom on its own.
A heavy sigh that matched the clouds outside escaped her lips. She may love water, but that was only when it was the salt water of the ocean. This rain was depressing her like none other. Being a California native made her even more susceptible to the down drag this nasty weather was having on everyone.
That was it. She couldn’t just sit here in the library all day long, and she most certainly wasn’t going to get any work done. Quickly Jennie slammed shut her book (catching a glare from the librarian for that), and stuffed her things in her bag. Then she rushed out of the dusty old room and into the cool hallway. Figuring that she check out what was going on in the common room she made a right and continued on down her path.
A few minutes later, she entered the Gryffindor common room through the portrait hole to find it utterly full, stuffed with students who were glaring at the rain outside with the same expression that she had been wearing all day. Looking around, she did not see any of her friends at the first appearance, but finally spotted a familiar face in the back by the window. Pushing her way through the crowd (and not caring that she steps on more than just one persons foot) she fought her way to him.
Letting her bag drop to the floor, she let herself sit down on a near by chair. With a grin she noted that Charlie looked just as lazy as always…maybe even more so with this weather.
“Horrible weather huh? Totally ruined my date that I had planned for the quidditch game last weekend.”
"You had a date?"
His mouth dropped. Charlie pulled his face away from the cool glass window and just stared at her. He couldn't beilive she was dating. He didn't know what was between them and where it was going but she aperintly did. Charlie closed his mouth quickly and looked back out the window avoiding her gaze.
This was so boring being stuck in here like this. He glanced back at Jennie quickly not moving his head than back out at the rain. Suddenly the rain had turned into hail. Sharp painfull drops of it piercing the glass banging harder and harder. Charlie pushed his chair back from the window surprised even though he was safe.
Suddenly people were screaming. Some first year had opend a window before the hail and was letting it in. They were bouncing every where hitting people bounching off of books and walls. It was hetict. Charlie coverd his eyes with his hand as a few came shooting his and Jennies way. The first year was just huddled in the fetal postition covering his head not bothering to reach out and close the window.
"Yo! Douche Bag! Close the window!"
The kid didn't budge as more and more bounced into the room making more and more people scream and run around trying to be safe from the hard pieces of ice. Charlie stood up and coverd his face with his arm and walked over. He shoved the window down and the sound stoped. People calmed down and Charlie just staird at the kid who was still in the fetal postion with his hands and legs covering his body on his chair. His arms were covered with red dots from the hail but Charlie had no simpathy for him.
Charlie mutterd as he pulled out his wand- saying the cleaning spell- and the room was lifted of all the hard ice rock pellits. He walked back over to Jennie and sat down as if nothing had happend and stared back out the window as more and more hail was banging agaisnt the glass pains.
Jennie’s eyes grew a tiny bit. She could have hit herself for saying that, and Charlie’s shocked face showed her that she wouldn’t have been wrong in hitting herself. Yes she had planned on having a date. It had been about three weeks since the beginning of school and since then Charlie had made no suggestion of them going out or something like that. He hadn’t even ever said anything about getting together on a date, or anything of any sort. Jennie had gotten tired of sitting around waiting, so when Paul Moore from Ravenclaw had asked weather they wanted to hang out during the quidditch match since neither of their house teams were playing, she hadn’t hesitated long in saying yes.
She had begun to explain but was cut short when she had to duck down in her seat to avoid being hit square in the forehead by a chunk of ice. “Jesus Christ!” was all she could explain while squirming around in her seat dodging other pieces of hail. It was like someone had declared war on their common room. This went on for a few moments longer, and then suddenly ceased. Confused, Jennie looked up to find that Charlie had jumped up and slammed shut the window.
“God, you can say that again” she said in response to his moron comment. The little first year was now making his way through the common room with his head hung low. He obviously hoped to creep into the dorm and not come out for…a year?
Jennie turned her attention back to Charlie, who was sitting in his chair as if nothing in the world had happened. She wondered if she should just leave the topic be, but like always she simply couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“Yeah I had a date. I was tired of waiting.”
"Didn't know you were waiting. Didn't know I had a bloody time limit or anything."
Charlie kept his eyes off of her and watched as the hail came more harder and plentifull. He leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head leaning on the two back stubs of his chair. He didn't know what to say. He never really thought about asking her out- they hung out alot it seemed anyways. Charlie was confused as he leaned farther and farther back. He lifted his legs and braced them on the window for more controle.
"Sorry I guess." He mumbled dryly to her.
Jennie wondered if it was the stupid weather or if this kind of conversation was simply way over due and that’s why it was already this early on taking a funny turn. But no matter what the reason, she still rolled her eyes at his comment about having a time limit. It honestly didn’t take a genius to figure out that you couldn’t just go that far with a girl and then pretend like nothing happened – as if they were just friends like they had been the previous years.
“Oh, well I’m sorry. Next time I’ll give you a time schedule.” She snapped.
Almost directly afterward she felt a bit funny that she had snapped. If there was one thing that she hated besides bad weather it was fighting. It used up too much energy that could be used in another more productive way. But still, she had been thinking a lot lately and had quite a few things she wanted to get out. Though she had imagined of doing it somewhere where not so many people could interrupt, she didn’t see the point in leaving now.
“Don’t be sorry. I guess I just misunderstood the situation. I guess I just thought there was more to it then you were willing to give. No biggie.”
"No- I like you. I do. I just, I don't know. Signals felt crossed to me I guess."
Charlie was starting to feel bad. He had taken somethin away from her that she liked alot and ment alot to her. And he hadn't so botherd to ask her out after it. He leaned farther back on his chair and thought about it more about how he was acting like a jerk. For the first time Charlie looked at her keep her eyes locked with guilt.
"Sorry, it's my fault. Do you want to go out sometime? I mean if your not rapped up in this other guy..."
She bite her lip, mustering him for a moment. He seemed sincere about it, and she supposed that was all she could really ask for. But Charlie really wasn’t the romancer now was he? She really would have to get that idea out of her head. He was the guy you just kind of hang out with, not the guy who surprises you with a trip to the north tower to watch the stars together or something like that.
“Didn’t know I sucked so much at sending signals…sorry.”
Jennie felt rather tired all of a sudden. She had build up the hope of a great fight were she could scream and get all the emotions out that she had been harbouring for the past few weeks, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. She perked up a bit when he asked whether they wanted to go out sometime. Though sometime sounded a bit too undefined for her, she didn’t want to be a bitch about it now.
“I’m not wrapped up. He’s just some guy, totally dispensable. I’d love to go out sometime.”
"Totally dispensable huh? Nice wording."
He laughed at her. It was interesting the way she put it. He started to wonder who the unlucky guy was. Charlie smiled glad that he had finnaly asked her out. They seemed to be doing things backwards latley. They had sex, and then he asked her out. Wierd. Charlie pushed a little more on his chair- going the distance. He fell backwards and hit the ground with a hard loud thud with his head comming in contackt with the hard marble floor.
He rolled off of the chair onto the ground rubbing his neck. It hurt bad along with the throbing of his head. He sat up on his knees and looked around the room. Alot of people were stairing at him with smiles on there faces, he could hear a few giggles come from the back. Charlie rolled his eyes angrey everybody was looking at him. Hadn't they seen somebody fall before.
He stood up and sat his chair back to its regular spot. Charlie sat back in it still rubbing his head wich was still throbing. He than started the simluar pattern of leaning back on his chair on the back of the two legs with his hands on the back of his head resting it there.
Jennie did a little eyebrow wiggle at him as he stated that her wording was funny. Well, it may be harsh to say that a person was totally dispensable, but why sugar coat something when it could so easily be said harshly?
“I know it’s nice wording…just be happy you aren’t dispensable”
She watched him lean further and further back on his chair and vaguely wondered when he was finally going to tip over backwards, until that exact thing actually happened. A clatter of the chair hitting the floor was followed back a low thump, which she could only guess was his head. Jennie had to slap her hand over her mouth to not burst out laughing at him.
“Are you ok?” she got out between fits of suppressed giggles.
She quirked an eyebrow at him as she started right back where he left off with two of the chairs legs floating in mid air. Jumping up, she let herself slide down on his lap to push the legs back to the floor.
“Kid…a chair has four legs because you are suppose to sit on all four of them. Its not rocket science.”
Charlie was shoked and surprised that she sat on his lap and pushed his chair back down. He smiled and raped his arms on her having no other place to put them. Charlie caught a big wiff of her shampoo, he couldn't place it but it smelt like the beach or something like that. He wasn't really surprised that that was what she would smell like.
"No, but it's not as fun."
He put his legs back on the wall and pushed him and her leaning back onto the back two legs. This was more of a challeng than his own wieght. He pushed it a little to far back and he felt it start to fall but droped his legs of the wall and it was back on its four legs. Charlie smiled at Jennie.
"See what i mean?"
Jennie grinned at as he slung his arms around her waist. It was funny how one minute she could be totally on the way to getting beyond boiling mad, and at the next she was so comfortable with him again to come and sit on him in order to get him to sit right on his chair.
“Honestly…behave like a little three year old you do.”
Though she couldn’t help but grin even wider – though not for long. Soon she let out a little shriek and practically threw her arms around his neck to hold on as she felt the front of the chair lift off the ground and wobble a bit in the air. She was sure for a moment that any second now they would fall over and crash to the floor. But surprisingly they didn’t, but rather found the floor safely again with nothing different but her heart pounding a bit more.
“Oh god…kill me why don’t ya. A little more of a warning next time would be good.”
Charlie smiled and lifted the chair up this time going farther than before. Charlie liked the feeling of her arms around him holding tight. It reminded him of things. He watched as she paniked again as he went farther back. He almost lost his balance but quickly brought it back down.
"That was close..."
He smiled at her and was about to do it again. This was a fun game. Watching a big bad american surfer panik with just a really little slightly fall backwards that he had been through. He grinned and started to tip the chair back again teasingly very slow.
"I like seeing you scared."
She really didn’t have time to concentrate on where she was sitting, or the fact that her grip only tightened around him when he lifted up the chair again. She really didn’t like this feeling of having no control over whether she was going to be able to sit safely there or plunge to the ground with the possibility of cracking her head open or something. OH god, cracking her head open was probably one of her worst fears, due to a little surf accident she had a year ago. A wave had crashed over her, pressing her down under water and hitting her head on a rock here. There had been blood, and had her friend not been there to pull her out …well, lets just say things could have ended badly.
She breathed in deep when she felt the chair snap back to its original position on the floor, but was not granted a long time of comfort and security, for he was starting over again. She knew she was acting childish, that it was just a stupid chair, and that he had fallen too and it hadn’t been a big deal. But fears are usually irrational and so was this one. She buried her face in his shoulder, and answered in a muffled voice.
“Well I don’t like being scared”
A smiled sread across Charlie's face as she yelled out his name. He liked the way she said it holding out the R. And it made him want to keep on doing it. She kept on tightening her grip around his neck. But he was barly doing it when she baried her face in his shoulder.
Charlie stoped and his smiled droped as he lowerd the chair. She must have been realy freaked out from what he could tell. He ran his hand over her back comforting. This was weird. He was just messing around with her and she really got freaked out. Charlie had already fallen and was fine. Sure his head hurt a little but that would pass like a bad hang over. He watched her with his brown eyes wondering what had freaked her out so much.
"You really freaked out arn't you?"
She felt the chair return to its safe state on the floor, and breathed deep, but didn’t move. First off she didn’t exactly trust that he was going to stop, and second…well, she simply didn’t want to move. It was nice to have him rub her back in that concerned way, and frankly with her nose buried in his shirt she got the best whiff of how good he smelled too.
For a few more moments she stayed like that, but finally pulled back and looked at him with a sheepish grin. She was little miss tough U.S.A. She never got freaked out by anything.
“I wasn’t freaking out” she said in a joking voice, though she knew that they both knew that she had been. “well maybe just a little, like this much” she held her fingers up only about half a centimetre apart. “Dunno…just a fright I had a while back. No biggie”