”Well obviously your summer was not satisfactory. You were dancing without me. Clearly we will have to rectify that this year.” His smile was playful and charming, just like the young man behind it. Chase was not terribly hard to understand. He loved good women, good books and even a good joke. Pretty much in that order. But like he had no favorite tome or favorite gag, he had yet to find a girl that could stand out above all others. But he was always looking. Belle had seemed special, but he told himself that was also coupled with the fact that he was warded away from here by Hildy and then the isolation that was forced upon them. Chase was used to getting what he wanted. He could accept defeat but not a flat denial.
”My summer could have been cavorting with veelas and it wouldn’t have been nearly as provocative as the notion that we will be working together this year. In a completely professional meaning of the word, of course.” He chuckled. In reality, this was the most interesting moment since last year. The summer was either full of absolute boredom, hours in the silence of the library, fighting with his grandmother or begging his uncle to take him hunting for werewolves. Even after they left their grandparent’s estate, they were so relieved that they gladly did as their uncle told them which involved mainly staying indoors and out of trouble.
But he was more than planning on making up for all of that calm and quiet nonsense. Just a trip to the joke shop and…He paused as he remembered that he was a prefect and he was supposed to keep anyone else from causing trouble. It went without saying that he was supposed to avoid trouble himself. A thought which he couldn’t help from turning his lips into a truly mischievous smile, ”So now, being that we are both Prefects, does that mean that if I break the rules then you are the one responsible for my punishment?”
There was a playful waggle to his eyebrows as he finished the rhetorical question. It was almost reason enough to invest in tons of Dungbombs. Though she was left to contemplate his jest as trouble broke out at the Hufflepuff table. However it was well handled by Prefects and professors, so he saw no reason to add to the commotion. Turning to the table of Ravenclaw’s he motioned for them to calm down, “It’s well in hand. The little lady looks alright. Don’t lose your pumpkin juice over it.”
Though, even as he chatted to the beautiful Ravenclaw and over the commotion of the fainting girl, he found his eyes drifting back to the Slytherin Table. It was nice to see Hildy chatting to her classmates after all of this time. But he knew that there was one that she was waiting on. His dark green gaze drug up the Slytherin table to the angelic blonde with eyes glinting like the devil. Belle was a mystery to him, perhaps that was what held his interest. Knowing that there was more to her under the surface. But what a surface. For a moment he watched as the blonde seemed about to go to Hildy, just a quick flair of emotion that died down quickly. He had the distinct urge to go and push the two together. Or perhaps just take Annabelle aside to have a talk with her himself.
