Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

A small crowd gathered round, one or two murmuring under their breaths about how it'd be funny if the toad fell over dead, and others looking on in curiosity. Holiday herself felt a nervous sort of excitement coursing through her veins this was the moment of truth. It was always thrilling, not to mention nerve-wrecking, watching the fruits of her labor at work. Hushed whispers quieting, everyone drew closer as the toad obligingly opened its maw, four drops of potion falling into it. A few seconds crawled on by, and then it immediately perked up, hopping around its cage with an energy that was absent earlier. I did it Holiday could not be any more pleased. Of course she enjoyed her summer break, as any other student would, however at least once a week, she made it a point to review the material she learned in school, as to not forget it. Lifting her gaze, light reflected off bright green, yellow radiating throughout and the young woman realized, with a small jolt, just how close she and the Professor had become. Drawing in a breath to calm herself, musk entered her lungs obviously, it being his natural, masculine scent, and nothing else. Pink washing over her features upon realizing this, a beautiful contrast to Holiday nibbled on the corner of her lip. Underlying the musk was a strong spice, one she couldnt identify right then and there however, it wasnt unpleasant, she knows that much. Nervous butterflies fluttering about in the pit of her stomach, Holiday cleared her throat, watching as he donned a glove and frightened a poor student into retrieving metal flasks from his desk. Why am I noticing his scent, of all things? Its not as though Holiday never noticed him as a man before - far from it. In fact, on several occasions.. she thought of him to be handsome. It happened once or twice or perhaps more times than that, and at the strangest moments. If If their positions were different, what with him being a student alongside her, or her being a fellow Professor well, things may have turned out different. The pink darkening across her features, thus highlighting the rich, vibrant green of her eyes, Holiday tried to brush aside such thoughts and focus on what was going on. Professor Archon made up two flasks of her potion...and handed one to her, their fingertips brushing. One flask of an energy potion, evidently brewed by an expert. His words had a teasing note, one that caused something to leap throughout her body as though electricity was infused into her very blood. Well done indeed, Miss Bell. So well done, in fact, that I'm going to keep a flask for myself. Oh? Holiday caught sight of the small, rare smile that graced his features, and bit the corner of her lip in order to keep back a laugh. Im honored Professor Archon. Lifting those green eyes of hers, Holiday offered a small smile in turn, and then chuckled the musical sound dancing in the silence following. iOnly a one-page paper detailing the purpose of each ingredient? How generous,i came her thought, it guiding her smile into one that revealed a small dimple in her cheek. I have to admit, though I dont envy the others. With a chuckle, Holiday began the task of cleaning her area, making sure not to leave a trace of her work behind. It didnt take long, seeing as how she didnt have to scramble over herself in order to make the potion. Holiday gathered her things next, returning it all to the bag before drawing it to a close. Other students grumbled under their breath about how unfair Professor Archon is, shaking their heads and every once in a while, shooting glares in the mans direction. Really it was ridiculous, and amusing, all at the same time. While strict, he was not unfair, at least from what she could tell, he wasnt. Professor Archon expects perfection when it comes to the art of brewing potions is that so hard to understand? I will see you in Magic Theory later, Professor, Holiday said in lieu of a goodbye, amusement flickering within those bewitching green eyes of hers. Unlike most students, she had both classes instead of the mandatory one, and not only that, she excelled in both with a grace few lacked. Waving at him, and with a rather cute tilt of her head, Holiday breezed through the door, heading towards her next class upstairs Magic Theory, ironically enough. Who would have thought she would have him not only for two classes, but one class right after the other? Chuckling and shaking her head, Holiday went through the new door before too long, taking a seat near the window.