((So I slightly changed the order of the things Landon said because I was having a hard time responding to them in the order you had them written. If this bothers you, I will change it, but you’ll have to give me some time to work out the transitioning.))
Although Amelia had taken on a more relaxed posture, she was far from relaxed in observing the person with whom she shared the room. He was perplexing, both in that he was willing to stay so long in her presence – even after direct, verbal attacks were made on his person – and because he was, well, a member of the opposite sex. Although Amelia would like to claim that she had complete control over the function of her body, she had found after reaching puberty that she was not quite as omniscient as she would have preferred when it came to hormonal behavior and physical attraction.
And Landon was, to put it bluntly, attractive. He fell nicely into the category of good looking, but without looking as though he put a lot of work into it. He was nicely dressed, but not overtly so, and the chapped lips and slightly overlong hair suggested that he was not overly concerned with his appearance. The little lopsided smiles he gave lent an air of familiarity to his face, though she was certain she had never seen him before tonight. His eyes, though most might describe them merely as hazel, had flecks of green, blue, and brown in them as well. Amelia was trying very hard not to stare, and she hoped very much that Landon wasn’t paying as much attention as she was, for that would certainly lead to her having to explain why every time she wasn’t looking at the floor, her eyes always strayed to his.
Such was the case as Landon told her that he was in her year, which made it even harder to believe they had never met before. Although the question of her birthday seemed out of left field, it was a straightforward question, the type which Amelia was actually capable of answering with relative ease.
“May 5th,” she answered simply, her legs swinging on the edge of the table without her explicit permission. She wasn’t actually conscious of this action, so distracted was she by thinking up loquacious answers to questions and by the questioner himself. Landon, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease as he leaned against the doorframe, looking as though he had appeared out of the pages of some men’s magazine with his strong jaw line and sculpted upper arms.
Focus! Please, I am begging you! Amelia’s rationality beseeched, frustrated by the sudden coup her emotions has staged and overtaken her usually logical thought processes. But this battle seemed already too far gone to be saved.
Despite the fact that Amelia was being so over-analytical about this conversation, Landon’s answer to her turning the questions on him was, unsurprisingly, nonchalant. His answers were fairly typical for a Hogwarts student, aside from reading and Wizard’s Chess. This only added to the intrigue she felt for him. Not many students professed an interest in extra-curricular reading, and the logic required to play Wizard’s Chess meant that she had been correct in assuming him to be rather brighter than the average dolt walking the halls. She had to admit, looks and brains was an odd combination, one that she was not at all opposed to, but nowhere near willing to admit. Instead, she merely nodded in response, taking in the information and storing it away in her mental file now labeled Landon Rooney.
Her response would be, she knew, relatively vague, but she felt like she owed him at least a touch of honesty considering his answer had been somewhat insightful. She pondered for a moment before providing her answer, trying to adapt Landon’s casual attitude, but probably failing. Type A individuals couldn’t usually pass for laid-back.
“I do school work, run laps around the grounds. I occasionally swim when the weather is warmer,” she continued, smiling slightly at her next part, “And I am slowly working my way through every book in the Hogwarts library.” She would have mentioned Wizard’s Chess as well, but she didn’t want him to think she was merely mirroring his interests to gain his attention. She was having a hard enough time disguising her attention to him.
Amelia wasn’t altogether surprised when Landon admitted to not knowing a lot of contemporary music. Outside of the Weird Sisters, contemporary music wasn’t very well known in the magical community. It seemed that for people who had magic at their disposal, music wasn’t quite as interesting. She was rather surprised, though, when Landon’s comment about his unfamiliarity with muggle music turned into what sounded a lot like an invitation for a future meeting.
This was… odd, to say the least. Amelia was so accustomed to pushing people away in the first five minutes, it wasn’t often that someone even hinted at wanting to be in her presence any longer than absolutely necessary. Amelia was someone her peers tolerated out of necessity, not someone they pursued. She was so startled by what she had perceived as a – what did she think this was? Flattery, habitual, a pick up line?
“Um yeah,” Amelia responded, her eyes on the floor again and her hand on the back of her neck, a physical manifestation of her discomfort at Landon’s forward nature. It wasn’t that she was opposed to what he was saying – Merlin knew, even if Amelia wouldn’t admit it, that she was more interested in him than she had been in anyone else in quite some time. Instead, it was the fact that Amelia had been so effective and keeping people away, she didn’t quite know what to do when someone got closer.
Real eloquent… Amelia’s subconscious commented, sarcastic to a fault.
“Yes, I could probably… educate… you,” Amelia said, blushing profusely both at her inability to form coherent sentences in front of Landon, which was frustrating in and of itself, and because of the slight innuendo that existed in her response, though if she was lucky Landon wouldn’t notice it.
No one is that lucky, Amelia’s mind retorted, annoyed, And no one is as obvious as you.