A Little Game
sum: Leander challenges you to a game of Summoner's Court...with bets on the line.
Leander Prewett x F!Reader
tags/warnings: no use of y/n, betting
a/n: just a much needed (very short) fluff fic for one of my favorites, Leander :)
Word count: 504
After seeing your victory against Natsai Onai in Summoner’s Court on the first day of Charms class, Leander knew he had to challenge you eventually. He waited his turn for his moment to shine, watching you defeat Sebastian in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, brew a perfect Edurus in Potions, and even watching you use the Chinese Chomping Cabbages in Herbology.
He waited out by the Summoner’s Court field, awaiting your arrival. His hands were shaking, half from nerves of you and half from nerves at the thought of him losing this game. It all depended on this.
He saw you flying by on a broomstick out of the corner of his eye. “Oi!” he shouted. “Touch ground for a second!”
You saw your eager friend awaiting your arrival on the ground, so you swooped down and landed flawlessly beside the field. “Hello, Leander! What can I do ya for?”
He laughed, trying to hide his slight blush at your appearance. Your hair was disorderly from the wind from flying your broom, your eyes were glowing, and your cheeks were slightly rosy from the cool wind blowing in your face. He cleared his throat; “How about a challenge in Summoner’s Court? I saw you beat Natsai, and I was impressed. It seems you have the natural wits about you.”
You giggled and frowned, pretending to think really hard before you said, “Well…” you took a step closer to Leander. “What’s in it for me?”
He cleared his throat again, trying to distract himself from your looks. “I say the winner has the loser owe them a favor.”
“So, if I win, you’ll do my essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts?”
“And if I win…” Leander took a step closer to you, braving himself for his words. “...I get to take you to the Three Broomsticks.
“On a date.”
Your eyes went slightly wide at his words, not expecting him to say such a thing. Despite yourself, you smirked and stuck out your hand. “It’s a bet.”
Leander met your hand with a firm grasp and shook it. It’s settled. This was the most important game of his life.
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He can’t believe you beat him—with a perfect score. “Must’ve just been luck,” he remarked.
You gave him a playful punch to the arm. “Or maybe I’m just better than you.”
He laughed, still annoyed with his loss. “So…that essay…”
You grinned at him. “Actually, I know we set a bet, but I think I would rather change my deal…if that’s okay.”
Leander looked up at you, one eyebrow up. “What’s that, then?”
You smiled at him, your cheeks definitely red from more than just the wind. “I say you owe me a butterbeer. Pick me up tomorrow at five?”
Leander’s eyes went wide and his smile spread from ear to ear. “Yes! Five. That will work perfectly.”
You giggled at his excitement. Before you left, you hugged him goodbye, but lingered a second longer to whisper in his ear, “then it’s a date.”
a/n: ahhhh this was so much fun to write ! i love my little redheaded boy :)
