Thread: Hex Positions (Keisuke and Occlumency)

Alex had red hair. That was the first thing anyone noticed about her. Not the carroty red of the fair skinned and freckled, rather a more coppery shade like autumn leaves. It was longish and curled rather than hanging straight in the fashionable styles most of her peers wore. It was her best feature certainly, and until the previous spring had been the only obviously feminine thing about her. She was rather too tall and had been skinny and boyish but a summer of lazing about at home had fattened her up and when she returned to Hogwarts in the autumn Alex had something more of a girls shape. She was in Ravenclaw, a bookish house that valued intelligence over appearance and while Alex wasnt the oddest looking girl in her school year, that particular award went to Connie Ramsbottom an unfortunately named student with wiry black hair and an overbite that could open butterbeer bottles, there were other more comely girls attending Hogwarts. Alex didnt have many friends at the school, and those she did drifted in and out of her life with the exception of Jude Fletcher, a Scottish girl with muggle parents who Alex confided in absolutely, with one exception. She had a crush, a very secret one that she had told no one about, except for her diary which she kept locked away. The pages had been deeply inscribed with her feelings, it was a tome of forbidden lore in every sense of the term, for she couldnt let anyone read it. Alex had never felt this way about anyone before, certainly not about the muggle actors and footballers that her mundane friends swooned over, and not any of the boys who she sat in class with. The other girls had their crushes written in ink on their arms, whispered them to each other and giggled whenever one promising new Quiddich talent swaggered past, broom tucked under his arm. Alex couldnt do any of these things, she fancied a teacher. Whats more she fancied the most despised and ridiculed teacher in the entire school, the dour Potions Master, Professor Snape. Shed been frightened of him when shed been in her first year of Hogwarts, like many of the other girls and quite a lot of the boys too. Though the fear never entirely went away the other students tempered it with contempt, yet something happened to Alex last autumn and she found that she was entertaining the kinds of thoughts about Professor Snape that were usually reserved for boys her own age. She caught herself looking at him one day, so intensely that when he glanced up, his black eyes locked onto hers for a few moments before she flushed pink and looked back at her work. Alex couldnt help it, though she tried to put the thoughts out of her mind. She found herself dressing in a way to accent her newly formed breasts and the curve of her waist, touched her skin lightly with makeup and wore pale scents whenever she had a class with the professor. She wondered what his mouth would feel like on hers, his lips were thin but looked inviting. His robe appeared to be spun of some rough cloth and she wanted to run her hands over the slim form of his body and feel the fabric buff her palms. She mused about the scent of his skin, whether it would be warm and smooth and... Alex! came a voice rudely butting into her fantasies. Wha? she said, looking up, hazy eyed at Jude. What are you doing, you look like a dozy cow Jude said. Potions class in ten minutes, come on. Right said Alex, grabbing her packed satchel. She pulled it towards her across the grass, turning away and missing the small dark book that slid out and lay there.