The Clock!?

“Not a word,” she replied before returning his kiss, her lips moving more fiercely against his
that time. She smirked when they broke apart; it took her by surprise every time, no matter if
she had kissed him first or not. Keera pushed her bangs from her eyes, getting annoyed with
them a bit. She wrapped her arms around her midsection as she did quite often and looked
about the green house. Stupid nerves. Keera noticed that the lights from within Hogwarts
could be seen from the castle’s windows and realized that it must be time for dinner. Keera
lifted a finger in the castle’s direction to point the same thing out to Wilson. “I believe, we are
expected in the great hall- well, me, nobody expects to see you in the great hall for longer tha-
n a few seconds,” she spoke, her smirk turning to a grin without asking her if that what was
what she wanted first. Her expressions seemed to change according to each emotion wheth-
er she liked it or not. So much for a poker face.

No, in truth she actually was pretty good at masking her emotions, but only when she felt she
needed to, such as in a game or when she was around someone she didn’t trust. You trust
him, came her thoughts in a rather sing-song way. “Yeah, far past that actually, try an keep
up,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, not realizing she had said that much aloud. She probably
spoke a lot of her thoughts aloud and simply never realized it, for she had trouble differentiat-
ing thoughts from words quite often.

Keera furrowed her eyebrows, confused, clearly. “I said that out loud? Merlin… nothing, not even
thoughts are sacred anymore,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, towards herself, of course. Sh-
e listened to his laugh and couldn’t help but smile, she liked the sound of it; it was joyous and sou-
nded like a well-played instrument to her ears.

“No, no, I don’t have to do anything, but I’m almost positive that those wretched elves will refuse
me the food I ask for when I am actually hungry later in the evening,” she answered simply. Keera
didn’t know how to enter the kitchens; she never had, due to the fact that exploring the castle had
never sounded like much fun to her when she attended classes there herself. It would come in han-
dy now that she was older to know all of the passage ways and what doors lead where, but it was
a little too late to backtrack.

“Yes, good sir, you have completely hypnotized me! I have no other choice but to tell you every
thought that crosses my mind!” Keera replied sarcastically, still smirking. She let Wilson caress
her cheek, exhaling deeply, feeling rather relaxed. She closed her eyes for a second but open-
ed them again when she felt vulnerable, as usual. She had almost forgotten that shutting your
eyes while in the presence of someone else was a very dangerous and foolish mistake, for it
would give them a very powerful advantage, which was the element of surprise. Even though
Keera trusted Wilson, she wasn’t about to give anyone any advantages, it just wasn’t in her
nature.

Keera grinned, “I'm sorely tempted to accept that offer,” she replied, referring to his invitation to
join him in his office for dinner. She had nothing better to do with her time, and she didn’t exactly
enjoy spending time around most of the other professors there at Hogwarts, for they liked to st-
are and whisper amongst each other whenever she did something odd. She knew that most of
them thought that she wasn’t fit for the job of substitute teacher, and it truly bothered her some-
times.

Keera winced when Wilson noticed her inability to put her full trust in him. “Sorry, I cant do
that…” she replied quietly, too afraid too, actually she added, without actually voicing
that last part, due to the fact that she hated sounding so…weak. Weak, weak, weak! It wa-
s a word used quiet often in her mind’s dictionary. Her thoughts like to tease her mercilessly.
It was a game to them, like ring toss; if you were good enough at the game, and learned the
trick to it, it was a very, very easy game to win. Mind games was what they were.

Bouncing up and down on her heels, swinging her arms back and forth still, Keera tried to
release her anxiety- which had turned up rather unexpectedly. It was most probable that
her nerves were going haywire because of Wilson and his several kisses. The slightest
hug would have normally caused Keera to freak out completely, so you could imagine how
much of an effect a kiss had on her.

“Hmmm, sure, I’ll join you, but here is the thing…” she answered, pausing for a moment
afterwards, “er, do you have any…clocks…in your office?” she asked slowly, feeling ra-
ther awkward asking him to take down all of his clocks before inviting her inside his office.
It was a rather strange request, after all, but she was pretty positive he would understa-
nd; he had seen what happened when she was around the evil little devices.

“O-oh my…” Keera whispered, her eyes wide. A grandfather clock… she couldn’t bear the thought
of what would happen to her if she got even inches from it. She nodded in reply; if he could trans-
form it into something else that didn’t tick, she would be fine. Everything would be just fine and dandy.
Well…sort of. She still had other habits and strange reactions that could be triggered by seemingly
anything, such as her mood swings and her trust issues. Speaking of mood swings…

Keera shrugged Wilson’s arms off of her and backed away a couple of steps, whipping out her wand.
She jabbed it into his chest roughly, something wild and fierce in her eyes. “Don’t- don’t ask that!”
she screamed, a scream that she was sure could be heard from miles away. She was so very simi-
lar to a ticking bomb; she could explode at any given moment, it all depended on what happened with-
in that moment- sometimes, that didn’t even matter. It was nearly impossible to avoid upsetting Keera
in one way or another.