Maeve had moved around the table on her way to the kitchen as the men stood to greet Julianna. Which meant there were now three pairs of eyes on her as she stood somewhat awkwardly in the threshold. She smiled pleasantly at her company. The situation encouraged her to fidget, but she managed to stay still. It probably had something to do with a particular pair of grey eyes that were looking her over.
It had only been three days, since that night in the Forbidden Forest. When he had used her for a strange and terrible spell and then kissed her afterwards, and since then he had been acting like they were strangers. Which all things considered they still were, but they really, really needed to talk.
Her own green eyes dropped to the hand he had thrust in her direction, and her smile dimmed around the edges. “A pleasant surprise,” she agreed, also not having been informed he would be there. There was no enthusiasm in her handshake, her fingers barely curving around his hand before she released him quickly. “It’s nice to see you as well...Professor.”
It felt strange to be referring to him so informally, when she’d been shouting his name. Fearing he was dead.
“Oh, I think Maeve wanted my help in the-”
Maeve clapped her hands together and shook her head. “Oh, don’t worry about me.” Her bright trill of a laugh was so charming. Julianna found herself enchanted by the elegant Maeve. “I am sure it will be much more fun listening to the boys titter back and forth. Dinner will be finished shortly.”
As Maeve disappeared back into the kitchen without her, Julianna moved into the chair next to Owen that Holland directed her to. Her curls bounced over her shoulders as she scooted her seat closer to the table. She shoved her hands in between her knees because she wasn’t sure what to do with them. “I-I’m not quite sure I’m the one either of you would want to bring to this debate.” Seated so close to Owen she could smell the familiar scent of him. She still wasn’t sure of it was a cologne or something else. “I was never great with potions.”
As if on cue, they all heard the familiar pop of a cork being released from a wine bottle, and not a moment later Maeve had returned to present her with a serving of the dark red wine she had brought in a spotless crystal glass. And then she was gone again. Almost immediately Julianna reached for it to take a sip.
“May I ask which side of the argument you’re both representing?”
It had only been three days, since that night in the Forbidden Forest. When he had used her for a strange and terrible spell and then kissed her afterwards, and since then he had been acting like they were strangers. Which all things considered they still were, but they really, really needed to talk.
Her own green eyes dropped to the hand he had thrust in her direction, and her smile dimmed around the edges. “A pleasant surprise,” she agreed, also not having been informed he would be there. There was no enthusiasm in her handshake, her fingers barely curving around his hand before she released him quickly. “It’s nice to see you as well...Professor.”
It felt strange to be referring to him so informally, when she’d been shouting his name. Fearing he was dead.
“Oh, I think Maeve wanted my help in the-”
Maeve clapped her hands together and shook her head. “Oh, don’t worry about me.” Her bright trill of a laugh was so charming. Julianna found herself enchanted by the elegant Maeve. “I am sure it will be much more fun listening to the boys titter back and forth. Dinner will be finished shortly.”
As Maeve disappeared back into the kitchen without her, Julianna moved into the chair next to Owen that Holland directed her to. Her curls bounced over her shoulders as she scooted her seat closer to the table. She shoved her hands in between her knees because she wasn’t sure what to do with them. “I-I’m not quite sure I’m the one either of you would want to bring to this debate.” Seated so close to Owen she could smell the familiar scent of him. She still wasn’t sure of it was a cologne or something else. “I was never great with potions.”
As if on cue, they all heard the familiar pop of a cork being released from a wine bottle, and not a moment later Maeve had returned to present her with a serving of the dark red wine she had brought in a spotless crystal glass. And then she was gone again. Almost immediately Julianna reached for it to take a sip.
“May I ask which side of the argument you’re both representing?”
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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