Closed A Coincidence

[Emery Mettlestone]

Emery had found a good spot to read his book, close to the Gryffindor common room. It was in a windowsill, a nice spot where he could overlook the grounds but also keep an eye on the Gryffindor common room door. Not that he would admit that was why he had chosen it. He hoped Rāwhiti would show up soon so he could 'coincidentally' spot him and they could hang out. Things had been weird between them since their last argument, though Emery knew it would be fine if they could just spend some time together. That's always how it went. He sighed, turning the page of his book. Rāwhiti could be somewhere else entirely. As the new Quidditch captain, Emery was sure he was busy. Maybe even busy with Dahlia. That thought annoyed him, and he frowned at his book.

 

[Kyon Lockwood]

Kyon was in a worse mood than usual, and he wasn't sure why. Maybe he was just agitated. He'd been out on the lawn, kicking a ball around for a few hours, but he was bored with it. He'd cleaned up and was heading back to the dorms when he spotted one of his classmates sitting in a window. "Yo, Emery," He called, veering over. "What're you doing up here?"

 

[Emery Mettlestone]

Emery looked up when someone approached him, mildly disappointed it wasn't Rāwhiti. It was one his roommates, though. "Hey." He said, shrugging at his question. "Just... reading." He said, holding up his book slightly. He knew it was probably kind of a strange spot, but he wasn't in the habit of explaining himself.

 

[Kyon Lockwood]

Kyon smiled, leaning against the wall nearby. A wild thought struck him, and never one to think things through, he decided to just go with it. "Good book? You look cute when you're focused like that," he flirted lightly. "What is it you're reading?"

 

[Emery Mettlestone]

Emery expected Kyon to leave him alone after his explanation. It wasn't like he regularly chatted with the Quidditch players, or anyone from his year really besides Rāwhiti. When Kyon spoke Emery blinked and then frowned. "Are you trying to make fun of me?" He asked suspiciously. He showed him the book cover silently, not sure what to make of this. No one had ever called him cute before, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it coming from this relative stranger.