Drabble: Casting Spells
Written for Round 02 Challenge 09 of rwhg_ldws
Prompt: Squicks
Title: Casting Spells
Rating: G
Word Count: 501 (I missed a word in my challenge submission...oops!)
A/N: Squick: "Love at first sight on the train". Thanks to my truly wonderful beta for her tremendous support.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and tried to calm his racing heartbeat. Ever since that bossy, infuriating girl had appeared in their compartment, he had felt exhausted, like he had just played several hours of Quidditch with his brothers.
At first he thought it was caused by his attempt at the colour spell, but it wouldn't fade away as she had continued prattling on about books and houses. She was annoying, yet strangely captivating. He had certainly never met anyone like her before.
He was angry at her demands to see him perform a spell, but he didn't know if it was because of her pushiness, or because he had failed, 'specially in front of her.
He didn't want to be in the same house as her, not really, but he wondered if she would pass by the compartment again. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to prove something to her, or if he wanted to scream at her for being a nuisance and causing him to feel so dizzy and warm. It must be the latter, he decided. Perhaps she had placed a spell on him? That would explain it.
He was reminded of the stories his mum read to himself and Ginny, where the brave wizard saved the witch and they lived happily ever after. He had scoffed when his mum had explained that the two characters were in love. He had honestly found the whole idea confusing, but she had said that one day he would understand, and that it would feel like nothing else he could imagine. That was sorta what he was feeling now; but that couldn't be it.
Could it?
~*~
All thoughts of the missing toad had left her as she pondered the discussion with those boys. She should be thrilled, meeting the famed Harry Potter, yet her thoughts kept drifting to the other boy, dishevelled and intriguing. Every time she did so, she felt a surge of something perplexing yet fascinating.
What could possibly be causing this? It was a question she didn't have an immediate answer to, and it flustered her tremendously. She prided herself on always knowing the answer, but this was something else entirely. Was it just her nerves, entering a new world for the first time? Maybe it was the magic of the train? She had seen many wonders since receiving her letter, but this was how she always imagined real magic would feel. Yes, it must be her surroundings. It had nothing to do with that red-haired boy, Ron. She wasn't entirely convinced by her own conclusion.
She decided to march down the train to confront him. Had he cast some spell on her when she had turned her back? That would explain it, even though he didn't seem very adept at spell work. The only other thing that came to mind was when her father had joked that her mother's love had cast a spell on him. That could not be it.
Could it?
Prompt: Squicks
Title: Casting Spells
Rating: G
Word Count: 501 (I missed a word in my challenge submission...oops!)
A/N: Squick: "Love at first sight on the train". Thanks to my truly wonderful beta for her tremendous support.
He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and tried to calm his racing heartbeat. Ever since that bossy, infuriating girl had appeared in their compartment, he had felt exhausted, like he had just played several hours of Quidditch with his brothers.
At first he thought it was caused by his attempt at the colour spell, but it wouldn't fade away as she had continued prattling on about books and houses. She was annoying, yet strangely captivating. He had certainly never met anyone like her before.
He was angry at her demands to see him perform a spell, but he didn't know if it was because of her pushiness, or because he had failed, 'specially in front of her.
He didn't want to be in the same house as her, not really, but he wondered if she would pass by the compartment again. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to prove something to her, or if he wanted to scream at her for being a nuisance and causing him to feel so dizzy and warm. It must be the latter, he decided. Perhaps she had placed a spell on him? That would explain it.
He was reminded of the stories his mum read to himself and Ginny, where the brave wizard saved the witch and they lived happily ever after. He had scoffed when his mum had explained that the two characters were in love. He had honestly found the whole idea confusing, but she had said that one day he would understand, and that it would feel like nothing else he could imagine. That was sorta what he was feeling now; but that couldn't be it.
Could it?
~*~
All thoughts of the missing toad had left her as she pondered the discussion with those boys. She should be thrilled, meeting the famed Harry Potter, yet her thoughts kept drifting to the other boy, dishevelled and intriguing. Every time she did so, she felt a surge of something perplexing yet fascinating.
What could possibly be causing this? It was a question she didn't have an immediate answer to, and it flustered her tremendously. She prided herself on always knowing the answer, but this was something else entirely. Was it just her nerves, entering a new world for the first time? Maybe it was the magic of the train? She had seen many wonders since receiving her letter, but this was how she always imagined real magic would feel. Yes, it must be her surroundings. It had nothing to do with that red-haired boy, Ron. She wasn't entirely convinced by her own conclusion.
She decided to march down the train to confront him. Had he cast some spell on her when she had turned her back? That would explain it, even though he didn't seem very adept at spell work. The only other thing that came to mind was when her father had joked that her mother's love had cast a spell on him. That could not be it.
Could it?