Jet turned in early that night — he’d avoided the party that Tessa presumably stumbled out of. He sits up when the door swung open, the brass handle colliding with the stone of the walls. The dim light pouring in from behind her splays shadows over his bare chest, collarbones and the outline of his ribs. Jet rubs the sleep from his eyes, not bothering to cast a sidelong glance to the other beds of the room — one empty, two occupied, curtains drawn. His roommates have hated him since early on in their Hogwarts career and he’s surprised there there’s no muffled cursing, sounds of protest, insults thrown out at him and her for disturbing their sleep.
He leans over his bed to look at her, realizing that she’d fallen before he’s completely sat up, or became more alert of his surroundings. “Tess, you’re on the floor,” he states, as though it’s more obvious than her inebriated state. “Why are you on the floor?”
"I’m on the floor," Tessa repeated. Her realization nearly drawing out a chuckle from the girl. Her toddler-like intoxicated state only more apparent after having taken another swig from the bottle seemingly glued to her hands. She knew she shouldn’t have gone out with them. She knew they would’ve have looked out for her. If she had stumbled into Lexi’s room, Tessa was sure she would have received a winded lecture the next morning. Instead, she managed to fall next to the person she knew was in her position the week before.
She leaned against his bed, her head falling onto his mattress. “Sorry, Jettie,” she mumbled into his sheets, “I don’t like feeling this drunk, but they just kept handing me whiskey and… and now I’m on the floor.”
"Jettieeee," Tessa groaned in the shadows of his open door. She leaned against his door frame, a half-empty bottle of firewhiskey barely in her grasp, as she pushed a handful of her tangled blonde locks away from her face. She had no idea what time it was or how she even managed to walk down to the dungeons without falling flat on her ass. All she knew was that two hours prior to his visit, she was sitting by the lake sneaking shots and having a laugh.
Tessa gave in and stumbled into his dorm. She knew the boys would probably be sleeping, but the blonde didn’t have the decency to care. She fell onto the floor by his bed, tugging on his comforter. “Jettie, wake up. I don’t feel so good.”
"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.