Prompt Post No. 15
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Outside the window.
On a broomstick.
“Professor Eames,” Arthur most definitely did not growl. He was a professional, not one of the fifteen-year-olds he was currently teaching. Which is also why he definitely did not notice the way Eames’ thighs gripped the broomstick. “Is there something I can help you with? I am mid-lesson.”
“Just wanted to pop in and see your charming visage, Arthur darling - oh, I mean, Professor.” Eames smirked. “I know you do like your professionalism, pet. Oh, damn, there I go again-”
One of the girls in the front row made the mistake of letting out a slightly hysterical giggle. Arthur’s head snapped around instantly.
“Friedman, ten points from Hufflepuff,” he bit out. When he turned to face Eames again, the man was giving the girl a wink that told Arthur that the next time he saw her, Eames would give her back the lost points plus interest. “And you,” he fumed, “Get out of my classroom.”
“But Arthur, dear-”
Arthur waved his wand and the window slammed in Eames’ face.
**
With the fifth years gone for two weeks, Arthur found himself a free period twice a week. He used this opportunity to visit the Cobbs.
Dom rarely came out of the North Tower, but Arthur had found a weird fondness toward the man. As his head popped out of the trapdoor, he was greeted by the sight of Dom and his wife, their heads bent together, her pearlescent hair slipping partially through his nose. Dom, to his credit, didn’t even shudder slightly.
“Should I come back another time?” Arthur asked, somewhat hushed.
“Arthur!” Mal cried happily, her voice echoing in the room even though no one else’s did. “No, not at all, mon cher, come in!”
Even death had not been enough to separate Dominic and Mallorie Cobb. Arthur not-so-secretly envied what they had. Dom still looked at Mal as if she was the answer to all of life’s mysteries. And maybe she was, seeing as she could walk through walls and had seen the other side of death. But there was also the very real possibility that Dom was off his rocker.
“Arthur, something is troubling you,” Dom squinted at him.
“You don’t have to be a Seer to notice that,” Arthur grumped, trying to sit gracefully on one of the squashy chairs and largely failing.
Mal clapped her hands gleefully. “I want to guess! It is the beautiful Professor Eames, no?”
“Oui,” Arthur sighed. “Dom, can’t you just tell me whenever he’s coming so I can leave before he finds me?”
“Arthur, you know that the Eye does not work that way,” he said sternly.
Arthur rubbed a hand wearily over his face. “I know, Dom. I was kidding.”
“The Sight is not a joking matter, Arthur…”
“Can you get your husband to shut up, Mal? Just this once?”
Mal obligingly waved a hand through his head. This time Dom could not suppress the shudders that wracked his body. Mal did not look displeased by this.
“Can’t you please just tell me that at some point in the future, Eames will leave me alone?” Arthur begged. “I just need something to look forward to.”
Dom regarded him silently for several moments. “Eames will leave you alone,” Dom finally pronounced quietly. “But it will not bring happiness to you.”
“Great,” Arthur moaned. “Well, it’s been lovely. I’m off to go terrorize my House; apparently the sixth year Hufflepuffs pitched a party as a big fuck you to the fifth and seventh years and my sixth years decided to volunteer the use our Common Room, so I must go remind them that they are the scholarly House and not heathens.”
“Have fun,” Dom said distractedly, his attention already recaptured by his wife.
**
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