Secret Meetings for Sugar Quills/ [Lena]

[redeemedone]

Tag: Lena
Word Count: 458

Pete headed along the corridors towards the come and go room, after pacing in front of the painting three times a door appeared. He took a hold of the handle, turned and entered. Good, she wasn't there yet, he hated arriving second, it was a pet peeve of his, and odd one, but a pet peeve still.

Pete looked around for a moment taking in the decor of the room, it looked like, as usual, his thoughts had been perfectly translated. A Neutral beige couch was placed in front of a low coffee table that had several bowls of sweets, including a tin of sugar quills. The coffee tables contained things with more sustenance, like muffins and crumpets. The floors were hard wood and there was a fluffy black rug as well as black accent pillows, two large book cases sat against the wall with a varying selection of texts as well as an area containing various games. Then there was a large fluffy beige chair cattycorner to the couch with a green accent pillow. Pete smiled a bit as he noticed the small bit of Slytherin pride that snuck into the room, then removed his robes and threw them on the chair along with his tie, which he also divested himself of.

Walking towards the small bar located at the far corner of the room he slowly undid the cuffs of his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows then ran a hand through his hair. He had no bout that this was not a formal or romantic thing so he was going to be comfortable.

Reaching the bar he poured himself a small glass of wine, he had spent his time between classes avoiding Hestia Jones and just needed a bit of time to relax. The girl was a right pain in the arse and he was about a unicorn hairs breath away from hexing the twit. The two of them had never been involved romantically, heck they hadn’t even been involved socially. Yet just because he hadn't been a git to her one day when she bumped into him while running out of the Great Hall, she fancied herself in love with him. Women like her made him wish he was a typical Slytherin prat to anyone outside of his house, then he wouldn’t be having this issue.

That was why he preferred Ravens. They were so much more well mannered and had more self respect, class and decorum. He leaned against the bar and took out his watch that had once been his Fathers, checking the time. He was still about ten minutes early. With a shrug he took a sip of his wine and took the remaining time alone to relax.

[Lena Marie Becket]

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Lena finished up dinner before heading back to the dorms. She had a little bit of time before having to meet up with Pete in the Room of Requirement and she planned to change out of her uniform during that time. She usually did in the evenings and today would be no exception. It wasn’t like she would dress up or anything. She just wanted her uniform off and into something more comfortable to walk around the huge castle in. She waved at some people who knew her as they called out “hello” or her name. She got to the Fat Lady and spoke the current password, thankful that the portrait was not practicing her singing skills tonight. It was always dreadfully painful when she did and she wouldn’t let anyone pass.

Lena got inside and headed into her dorm room, seeing none of her room mates. She shrugged, figuring they must still be at dinner or off somewhere. That was fine by her. She didn’t really want questions on where she was going now because the girls she lived with knew that she came back after dinner, changed, and then started studying. One of the steps was going to be skipped tonight and Lena found herself actually not minding that she wouldn’t be studying for a few more hours. Her bag was tossed onto her bed before she stripped off her jacket, tie, and shoes. Then she dug around for other clothes in her dresser, finding a purple top, a pair of jeans, and some flats. They would be comfortable enough and as purple was not a color of any House; it wouldn’t be as if she was showing favoritism. It seemed like a good plan to her at the time. The clothes were switched from uniform to the new stuff and she slid on a black cross necklace as well as keeping her owl locket on. It never came off her except when she was in the shower. She pulled her hair up and into a ponytail, not really wanting to keep it down any longer and wanted it out of the way. Lena was finally finished changing and couldn’t hold back the yawn she had while looking at her bed. It had been a long day. But she still had that secret meeting with Pete to get to.

She headed down the stairs, carrying a book in her arms so people would just assume she was going off to study and to leave her alone. They did, thankfully, and she continued down the flights of stairs to the third floor and around a corner to find herself facing a blank wall. She smiled and started walking back and forth in front of it, concentrating on where Pete would be and such, and finally the handles appeared. Lena stopped walking and opened the door to look inside. She first noticed it was mostly black and beige which made an eyebrow arch at the interesting color scheme. Then she noticed the little green pillow and almost laughed.

Lena turned to face where Pete was leaning and smiled. “I’m not late, am I?” Her eyebrow went up again as she noticed the wine but shrugged and walked to the bar, getting a butterbeer for herself instead.

[redeemedone]

Pete looked up when the door opened, he immediately noticed that she had changed from her school uniform. How nice for her, he wished he had had time for the same things, but between classes, studying and dodging, dodgy Hufflepuffs he was lucky to make it here at all. He took a slow sip as she surveyed the room, quietly noting her amusement when she noticed the pillow and her brief surprise at what he was currently drinking.

At her question he pulled the beautiful, handcrafted watch from his pocket and made a show out of checking the time. "Why yes you are, by at least thirty two seconds," he shot her a smirk "however I'll forgive you this time." He drawled playfully placing the watch back into his pocket, pushing smoothly away from the bar and walking over to the couch. He lounged gracefully on the plush sofa and decided to state the obvious "I decided to go with a neutral setting," he gave a negligent hitch of his shoulders. "You know, just in case."

He tilted his head to the side a bit and looked over at her, his soft dark locks falling a bit haphazardly into his steel colored eyes. "So what is the plan here anyway?" He inquired, after all this meeting was her idea, he had no idea what they were supposed to be doing. Did they talk? Joke? Argue? Spill secrets? He gave a mental snort at that last thought, knowing it was about as likely as him demanding to be sorted in Hufflepuff.

He had to admit he was curious as to what she wanted to do, though it was probably just sit there and look at one another awkwardly until someone made up an excuse and left the room. He hoped she was more interesting than that, however there was no telling. Pete took in her appearance and her butterbeer, the butterbeer actually looked kind of good -not that she didn't, but he rarely showed interest in a girl with no interest in him so he didn't even bother to consider how good she did or did not look.

Normally he would be having a butterbeer as well, but he was feeling a bit of stresses so a single glass of wine helped him to relax. He wasn't at all like his friend Adrian who enjoyed getting sotted and embarrassing himself, Pete preferred to know what was going on at all times, both around him and with him. Besides, if he ever did anything stupid and it got back to Grandfather... he didn't even want to think about it.

Shaking his head lightly to banish the thought, Pete swirled his drink is his glass lightly and waited patiently for her to respond.

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[Lena Marie Becket]

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Lena noticed that he was still in his uniform. Did he usually stay in those clothes till it was time for bed? Or maybe he has just been too busy to change? Though he had gotten to the room before her and set it up. She had noticed the bowls of candy and it made her smile slightly. He must have quite the sweet tooth then. There was more candy here than she could end in weeks. Then again, she was very moderate with sugary things anyway. But what was the harm in indulging tonight?

She had asked him if she was late and she couldn’t help but smile at his actions. He pulled out a nice handcrafted pocket watch and said "Why yes you are, by at least thirty two seconds." One of her eyebrows arched at him and her smile turned into a smirk. “You forgive me this time? I shudder to think what might happen if I’m late the next time we do this, if we do this again.” She didn’t want to plan ahead or anything because there was no telling what ‘this’ even was or if it will happen again.

He moved over to the couch and she followed with her butterbeer, choosing to sit in a chair across from him. They weren’t close enough to each other to sit together on a couch. And she was perfectly comfortable in the plush chair she ended up on anyway. One of her slim legs crossed over on top of the other as she watched him, smiling. “Neutral works. Though it seems the little green pillow was unable to have stopped itself from popping in.”

"So what is the plan here anyway?" Such a good question. Lena didn’t really know. She just had been unable to stand him helping her out even though she’d been rude to him. She hadn’t actually thought through the whole thing and showed this by shrugging. “I don’t know. We could just talk perhaps. You seem to like to point out I don’t know the real things going on in Slytherin so why don’t you tell me what I’m wrong about?” She raised an eyebrow at him to see his reaction. Lena rarely got awkward. She enjoyed talking too much and would crash past any temporary awkwardness within a few minutes. They wouldn’t just sit there and watch each other. She didn’t normally talk to Slytherin’s and was willing to bet Pete didn’t talk to many Gyffindors. When would they have this chance again?

[redeemedone]

Pete watched silently as she took a seat and arched a perfect dark brow as he listened to her responses to his actions and comments. When she inquired as to what she was wrong about when it came to Slytherins, he gave a negligent hitch of his shoulders. "I'm not sure," he replied. "I'm not aware of all of your preconceived notions about Slytherins." He picked up a sugar quill with his right hand, placing the end of it between his full lips he sucked it for a moment before removing it and speaking once more.

"Even if I do know, all I can really do is tell you what is true and what is not true with me. Let's face it, both of our houses got their stereotypes for a reason and that reason, or those reasons are usually based off of truth." He placed the candy against his bottom lip as he considered what they could do. He supposed it couldn't hurt to get to know one another a bit.

"I though you would have a plan going into this, then again I'm not surprised you don't. Planning ahead isn't really a Gryffindor trait, is it?" Pete smirked, his eyes dancing lightly. "Or am I wrong about that?"

"My suggestion for this fun filled get together is that we just start with asking random questions that we may want to know about the other, maybe even a magical game of truth or dare." He tilted his head to the side a bit and studied her, his nose crinkled, just a bit, before he shook his head. "Nah, that may be a bit much for you. I don't think you're ready for truth or dare with me. So we'll just stick to questions and answers. What do you have? Anything you're curious about? Something you want to know about me, or Slytheirns in general?" He made a sweeping motion with his left hand "Go ahead and ask, I'll possibly try to answer -depending on what it is, of course."

Pete then waited silently for her first question.

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