Lucinda Talkalot

Lucinda was walking, trying to find Amycus when she heard the familiar voice and she turned around to look at him. “Why? Your date dumped you, Stan?” she spat. They were not on good terms still, if anything, the feud was getting worse.

“Couldn’t agree more, Karev.” Lucinda huffed in annoyance. “At least you’ve got yourself a good company with that drink.” she nodded towards it. “The punch is too far away for me to go back there now and I’m tired.” she muttered. It was beyond her why she was still there anyway.

“With this drink and about four or five others. If I head back to the punch bowl, I can get you one if you like.” He muttered. “Where’s your date? I thought I saw you come in with someone?”

Amycus scrambled around his room trying to get ready for the ball. Still heartbroken, he’d considered skipping it all and spending his night in the library, but Alecto had threatened to stun him should he miss the big event that happened to fall on the night of their seventeenth birthday. He liked the suit he’d bought earlier that week, but for the life of him couldn’t find a way to make the mask look presentable. His hair was slicked back, barely curling, and he’d sprayed a few spurts of his favourite cologne, something he saved for special occasions, but still he didn’t feel right. Shrugging at his reflection, he made his way out of the dormitory and down to the great hall, wondering how hard it would be to avoid Lucy, when he saw her. She looked magnificent. Beautiful in a way he couldn’t put words to and it took everything he had not to rush over and pull her in his arms. But she didn’t want that, he had to remind himself. So instead he did all he could to dodge her, finding a safe spot beside the punch and sighing. This was not how he’d wanted the night to start. 

Lucinda gave up. It was stupid in the first place. What was she even thinking? That she could tell him she couldn’t be brave enough to tell people about them and still want him? She shook her head at her own idiocity and walked towards the exit. Her mood dampened, she walked her head low until she catched a certain blonde with another girl, seemingly content. She stopped in her tracks, a scowl making its  way to her face. No, she wouldn’t go. She’d find Amy. She’d find him, they’d find a secluded place, dance and she’d give him his present. She had to. She needed some normal in her life. Something comforting - like Amy’s arms around her.

“I’m not.” Lucinda said, almost rolling her eyes. “I’m here to say that I’m sorry about your brother.” she looked at Marlene even though she was looking away. “When other people say it, it might not mean much. But you know I’ve been in your place. And I’m sorry you’re going through this. Try to stay strong.” she shrugged. Her words were sympathetic but her voice wasn’t any softer her usual tone.

They were pulled apart yet Lucinda could still feel his lips on hers and his taste on her tongue. She wanted to slap her hand on her forehead if she could. How could she be that stupid. He’s not even handsome! “I didn’t!” she exclaimed at first. “I did - I don’t know!” she shook her head as if to shake her thoughts to find a logical explanation among them. She let him reach to her, maybe too distacted to object to the gesture, but not for his words. “I don’t feel anything for you.” she retorted. “Nothing has changed, Stan.” she said, glaring at him. Truthfully, her anger wasn’t towards him at all  - if anything, he had some balls to do what he just did - but it was towards herself for not pushing him away. For kissing him back. “Don’t make this any harder than it is for yourself, Alexander.” she shook her head, rejecting him for the umpteenth time.

“So you like stargazing by the lake.” Lucinda said but came out a bit lile a question too. She wondered if this was what they were doing with Amy. Stargazing… That sounded awfully romantic. “It was okay.” she answered. “Yours?” she asked out of courtesy.

“I don’t even think you’d be his type. I don’t think he likes blondes.” she shrugged. She wouldn’t know the boy was naturally blonde if it wasn’t for his sister telling why she had ugly blonde roots with the rest of her hair being black that one time. And since he made fun of Amy’s hair, it only seemed fair. “No I don’t like, thank you very much.” she turned down with a grimace. It was one thing to tell Amy to go be with someone else another to hear it happen.

Lucinda could almost tell the moment she completely lost her self control and threw caution to the wind. It was when his tongue collided with hers and there was no point of denying that she was kissing him back with as much force as he was. The hand on the back of his head got a stronger hold, keeping him down and she was raised on her toes to meet his lips. He was even taller standing that close to her. A sound left her mouth which sounded too much like a moan and it worked as her wake up call when she gathered herself for only a second and pushed him away. She was panting, glaring and also looking very confused all at the same time. “What the hell, Stan?!”

“Of course of all people, it had to be little Miss Perfect.” Lucinda muttered under her breath. “We’re going around the lake then.” she informed the girl even though it wasn’t exactly true. She didn’t know why she was doing it but she just… She wanted to know how she felt about Amycus and she was going to corner her.

Lucinda was too dumbstruck to do anything and she looked blankly at Amycus as he quickly lied. Was he mad? He could be, considering how he wanted their relationship to be known and she just made clear that she wasn’t fond of the idea by hiding it even from her roommates. She wiped her tears away, nodding. “Yeah, if you tutor me as you promised, I might have a chance.” she muttered. “Meet you in the library in ten minutes then?” she asked, trying hard to not look at her friends to see if their little act was working or if noone was buying the lie. She looked at Amycus for a moment longer than necessary, hoping he’d agree and she could catch him outside and they could talk. She walked first, leading the way and hoping he’d follow. Her mind was too busy with worrying that she didn’t even realize she didn’t pick up any books or quills or any material that she would have needed if she really was headed to the library for a study session. She waited nervously outside of her room, her gand catching his wrist as soon as he was out too. “Amy can we just sit and talk about this?” she pleaded. “It’s…it’s too much to take in and too big of a decision to make so easily.” she said and shook her head. Her heart was beating at her throat, she was almost certain that this was going to be it, Amy would end things because she was too much of a coward to let herself grow deeper feelings for him.

The lie seemed to go over as truth and noticing she left without anything he grabbed her bag from her desk to make it more believable. “Yeah I’ll be there in a few,” he called after her, taking a second to greet the roommates who had entered before following her out. He’d been expecting to actually meet her in the library and jumped when he felt her grabbing him. “I guess,” he looked down at her, feeling defeated. “I didn’t think it was such a radical thing, Loose. If I thought you didn’t want me I wouldn’t have said anything. Sighing, he pushed his loose curls back and and held his hand in his hair for a moment. “So talk,” he told her, looking to make sure no one was around. “I’m all ears.”