"Girls don’t typically approach me—I usually have to do that. And you just made it easy for me." She laughed, confidence in full swing, and reached up to run her fingers through her bobbed black hair.
"What can I say? I’m bored. You don’t look too occupied either. Do you see where I’m going with this?"
Accepting the proffered roll-up from her dainty fingers, David takes a long drag. The familiar burn is a familiar, pleasant sensation; he’s a social smoker more than anything, and it’s been a while since he last did this. Last summer, David spent a lot of his time smoking pot and lying around aimlessly for hours in the weak English sun, but that’s not relevant. He watches the blonde as he exhales himself, brows raising at her questions. He isn’t a big talker, especially when it comes to inane girly drivel like this, but seeing as she’s been so generous, he supposes he should be too, “Do posh-wanks count?”
Tessa should have known that he’d take it to another level. Though, it wasn’t that she minded. She wasn’t sure why she decided to play hard-to-get with David Finnigan, especially when any other boy just had to bat their pretty little eyes and her pants quickly would drop. Tessa knew that every other girl in the school swooned at the sight of him, and she didn’t want to seem so easy. Tessa wanted him to want her, but how do you make the boy who has everything want something that badly?
"I knew you wouldn’t take it seriously," she complained before swiping the joint back from his grasp and taking a quick puff. It had been ages since she smoked, but Tessa didn’t want that to seem too obvious. "We’ll make it into a game. For every secret you tell, I’ll remove an article of clothing, and vice versa. I’ll start."
The blonde tilted her head in mid-thought, attempting to find something to catch his attention. “I was fingered in the Great Hall this morning,” she confessed, smiling cheekily as if proud of the fact.
Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind.
Waverly wasn’t sure how this conversation had gone this direction either, but for now, she decided to just go with it. “I don’t know,” she mused, giving the blonde a wink. “Maybe my waiting is done at last.”
"Oh, is it?" She questioned, then let out a small laugh, though more nervous than not. Tessa bit onto her lip before continuing, "What gives you that idea?"
Whatever you say love, whatever you say. Oh just family stuff, you know how it is.
Actually, I don’t. Tell me.
"I’ve been waiting for a woman to sweep me off my feet and take me away," Waverly teases gently, her smile completely sweet and playful. She really can’t help herself.
"All of that waiting around never did anyone any good, did it?" she smirked at the girl. Tessa honestly had no idea what she was talking about.
Alright, maybe I missed you a little bit. What can I say? It’s nice to have a pretty face around, and your company’s not bad either.
I’m the best of the best, Charlie. The sooner you realize that, the better. Where have you been anyway?
I leave the castle for a week and all the pretty girls disappear by the time I’ve returned. Where have they all gone?
No need to make a big speech about it, love. All you have to say is that you’ve missed me.
Not one to take orders, David raises a brow. Still, she is the one sharing her joint with him, so he reaches into his pocket to withdraw his wand, “Cup your hands,” He murmurs, his own demand, and lights the end of the spliff. Immediately, that distinctive smell begins to permeate the air, and David rallies off another charm so that their little alcove now smells like pine cones, of all things.
Slowly, Tessa inhales and then takes the joint from her lips before offering it, holding her breath all the while. As soon as she feels the slightest pressure in her lungs, Tessa lifts her chin and exhales, the smoke barely brushing David’s face. Even beneath the haze, she had to admit that he was fucking gorgeous, unbelievably at that. Then the blonde perched herself atop the ledge, not bothering with the thought that any sudden movement would send her hurling down to her death. “So,” she began, “Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.”