Prologue

She tilted her head sideways with jugdmental looks. It was written all over he face. “Everyone asks this question to everyone everyday,” she stated, matter-of-factly. She just though of it now because of her fanfiction. Obviously, inaccurate, but with more knowledge of maybe the boys in his dormitories, it could be a standard fanfiction for girls. Particularly those girls who liked reading about boys’ love. “After today, I can revise it to just you and me. The fanfictioin right now is as equivalent to something someone would vulgarly, dare to write about me and Valerie Nott,” she said. She was left to lean chin on her palm and look only at his face. Admirable noted in her hum as she absentmindedly did as she stared him down.

Taila’s eyes went to the fire twirled. This girl was careless! Considered they were surrounded by trees, the magic she was practicing could start a forest fire. Taila held her hands up in defensive mode. “Just be careful with that thing,” she said, cautiously.

Well, her face flushed at him laughing at what she thought would scare him. Empty flattering about his obvious good looking profile. The jawline was angled because he was such a thin boy. When Taila’s hands were being grabbed, at first she fought back. What he forced her to do made her feel sick. She brushed her hands against his chest and eyed it. It felt like everything went into slow motion and a slack of her mouth took her back to reality. “No, no,” she protested. “I’m a writer, not an artist. I just wanted to know you’re voice and what you’re interested in,” she shrugged. Her voice went incoherent in between a cough. “Boys or girls?”

Rowen started spinning the meter long stick around the flames on either end remaining steady as she did so thanks to a little concentration. “Hey,” Rowen replied with a smile. “What are you doing out this early? Most people are still in bed.”

“My muse,” she didn’t say. Not until he understood she wanted to touch him. She wasn’t an artist, but knowing what he was like vocally was hardly enough. She wanted the candid everything about Chester Noble. Her hand ran on the shoulder facing her direction and she let the tip of her finger smoothed on his robe to the other one. “I’ve been watching you,” she admitted it.

“And from what you seen you like to imagine that I get up to all sorts of naughty things with my dormmates?” He asked, rolling up the parchment. “If this is what you put on paper I wonder just what is this unwritten in your mind?” 

The cold air nipped at her face as she ran around the Black Lake, looking for the clearing she usually used to practice. Reaching her spot she pulled two connectable sticks out of her bag, and attached them together before casting a weak incendo charm to light each end of the stick. She began easily twirling the stick around her, not noticing that someone was near.

“My muse,” she didn’t say. Not until he understood she wanted to touch him. She wasn’t an artist, but knowing what he was like vocally was hardly enough. She wanted the candid everything about Chester Noble. Her hand ran on the shoulder facing her direction and she let the tip of her finger smoothed on his robe to the other one. “I’ve been watching you,” she admitted it.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What does that question suppose to mean?” she asked. “Apart from my typo, something you wizards don’t know the meaning of, I have nothing to explain myself about,” she exclaimed.

When he changed the subject to her fanfiction, astounded he saw his name, Taila jumped her elbows to grab the paper. “No don’t read that,” she exclaimed, desperately. It was still in the works. Her face went from Chester to the paper. She had to come up with a definite lie. “You see, that is why I need to erase ink,” she explained, calmly. Her mood changed from desperate to smooth there was no way he’d falll for it. The girls hand twirled with her hair into her forefinger. “I clearly made a mistake,” she confirmed with a slow nods.

He seen the abrupt shift, and that hair twirling. It was such a nervous habit of so many girls or just an act to make them look more bashful. That paper was something she didn’t want him to see, and it might provide a clue in why she was watching him lately.

Taila was in the library practicing a draft for a website when she gets home. Set to only those muggle students who go to school in Hogwarts. For shits and giggles. Yet she stared down at her parchment with a frown and groaned. “How do I delete ink in magic again?” she muttered to herself. 

It was only for that reason that he found himself silently slipping between the rows of books of the library. Chester moved forward to cage Talia in quietly, one arm landing on the back of her chair while the other came to rest near her parchment. “I do believe I can handle that little problem of yours if you can handle mine. You see I- …is that my name?” His whole speech derailed when he glanced at the parchment, and Chester reached for it to better read it.

When he changed the subject to her fanfiction, astounded he saw his name, Taila jumped her elbows to grab the paper. “No don't read that,” she exclaimed, desperately. It was still in the works. Her face went from Chester to the paper. She had to come up with a definite lie. “You see, that is why I need to erase ink,” she explained, calmly. Her mood changed from desperate to smooth there was no way he'd falll for it. The girls hand twirled with her hair into her forefinger. “I clearly made a mistake,” she confirmed with a slow nods.

“ if you’d been paying attention, i wouldn’t have to be sitting here tutoring you. “

“No way and miss more time spending time together? Yeah, I’ll pass on being attentive when we have the same classes.”