Post by ryder on Aug 2, 2012 20:25:03 GMT -8
it’s a g a m e, she’s to blame, but who’s keeping s c o r e?
tag: summer! | lyrics: let the games begin by anarbor. | notes: oh yeah, he totally hates me.
He was toast.
Of course, Ryder didn’t realize this at first. He thought he was still in control of the situation, that he was the one pulling the strings. After all, he was leading the way. He had something in mind, even if it were her sister’s batch of potion. How wrong he was. The fact that Summer was dropping a few words he had never heard before – what in Merlin’s name did alonsy or whatever she said mean? – should have been setting off red flags in his head. Alas, the Gryffindor’s pride blinded him from such means of thinking. He smiled sweetly, doing his best impression of an innocent teenage girl. After all, she looked like he had just scared her as he brushed past. That meant he had the upper hand, didn’t it?
He didn’t.
His head tilted to one side, and he was momentarily reminded of the fact that his hair in this other form was much, much longer than he was used to. He tossed a bunch of it over his shoulder as he sized her up. What was going through that cunning mind of hers’? There was a sinking feeling in his stomach when she spoke, something made him uneasy. Perhaps it was a transfer of power. He wasn’t very accustomed to that, he was the older student, he should have been nearly at the top of his game. When she spoke, his cheeks flushed. The story was false. It was absolutely false. They weren’t themselves right now, and even if they were, he wouldn’t be caught dead in a situation like that. But even the way she said it had him feeling like he had just been caught washing his dirty laundry in public. He nearly looked ashamed by the time she had walked back over to him.
Smiling, why on earth was she smiling? That was bad. That was very, very bad. He bit his lip, nervously shifting his gaze around the room, momentarily forgetting that he had no idea how long the Polyjuice would last. “Darling…” Ryder’s female voice even cracked slightly. He went to reach out for her, but pulled his hand back after a moment. “That’s all I am to you? A pet? I thought, I thought we…” He trailed off, digging the nails of his other hand into the palm to a point where he could at least force his eyes to become visibly watery. It took all of his self-control not to start laughing, though he was still horrified by her earlier remark. Certainly, it was loud enough that numerous people could hear.
He was about to move when suddenly a spell slammed into him, flinging his wand a sizeable distance away. His wrist whipped with it for a moment, and he was left staring. What was that? A dark look passed his face. He hadn’t meant with no warning. He shook his head before diving after it. “I thought there was more than that! Not just something animal!” He scooped up the instrument before spinning on his heel. “Langlock!” His temper got the best of him as he fumed back in her direction. That was normal for a girl, right? To get all catty in public? “How could you do this to me? How dare you bring this up and then just toss me away! Aguamenti!”
Ryder was about to utter another spell when an idea dawned on him. Surely, it had filtered through his mind before, but it was finally time. Oh, she was going to hate him. He was probably going to hate himself. “You want proof?” He took another couple of steps, mentally swearing when he realized that Taylor’s legs weren’t quite as long as his. He tucked his wand away in the process, grabbing her face and pressing his lips to hers. Hard. After a moment, he pulled away, quickly forming a distance between them. His eyes were unusually cold as he tossed another bunch of hair over his shoulder. “See, nothing. I don’t feel anything.” His voice cracked deeper on the last note, much to his horror. No! No, no, no! Five more minutes!
tag: summer! | lyrics: let the games begin by anarbor. | notes: oh yeah, he totally hates me.