SPOILER!!: Leo
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Originally Posted by
Presley Black
Leo shut the file. He just couldn't concentrate on it today. no, paperwork would have to be put off for another day. At least he'd gotten three files done, and Maine had done a few for him as well. Maybe it was the fact that a unbelievably gorgeous girl stressed out co-worker was sitting next to him. That was it. He was just so worried about Maine and her court thing coming up that it was hard to focus on brooms.
"This winter?" Leo asked quizically. Term didn't end until May, right? Leo didn't kow much about Beaubatons, but he had been fairly certain that their graduation date was similar to that of Hogwarts. Leo stared briefly at Maine's hand, avoiding staring at her face. It glided so gracefully across the letters. It was just as beautiful. Why he thought this could distract him from her, he had no idea. He shook his head, and looked back at her face. It was getting late. Almost noon. Why was he still working on files in the break room? It wasn't that he was avoiding work, he was doing work. But it was definitely time for a real break. "Do you want to go grab lunch with me?" He asked impulsively. "I mean, I would hate to end our conversation right in the middle as we could separately go do the same thing." That was logical. Sounded pretty non-creepy. Just something friends did. Right?
Maine looked up from the incredibly boring report to meet Leo's quizzical gaze.
"Winter. Seventh years end their term mid-February. Our trial A.N.S. would be in November, the Avancé Niveaux pour Sorcières in early February."
Ending the report with a flourish, added it to the finished pile and in an attempt to distract herself from Leo, she looked out the window. And being the romantic fool she was, the clouds reminded her of Leo's eyes.
Mentally slapping herself again, she looked back at Leo. And stared into his eyes. The silvery-blue seemed to draw Maine in, and she felt like falling into is gorgeous eyes. And of course, it took her a while to look away.
Wait, he said something... Lunch?
"Lunch'd be nice." Maine nodded.
"Where to?" You're friends, Maine. Friends. Nothing more. She told herself.
But there was this nagging voice inside her that told her that she wanted to mean more to him than that.