Chapter 5

The next few days flew past their eyes and the nights dragged on like the Egyptians pulling sandstone to create the pyramids. The pair sent notes with owls to each other that night to be collected the next morning at breakfast. The two owls dropped the notes with mental synchronisation.

Leta's note was neatly handwritten on a piece of clean parchment, which read,

Hi Theseus. Nice night isn't it? I've been thinking about you Professor Trelawney lately and her poor state of mind. Along with your dazzling hair and charming smile. As I've said previously, I think we should figure out the culprit behind it, as well as the culprit that has caused me to become ever so lovestruck. Meet in the Hufflepuff common room.

PS: I'm bringing my best friend with me, for safety.

PPS: What fruit do I tickle? I'm pretty sure it's the orange.

Theseus' note in response was written equally as neatly, also with cursive writing. His read,

Hi Leta. I can't believe Trelawney's in hospital! My moments of jealousy are over, so don't worry about that. I think we should check up on her and grab the true diagnosis, along with the diagnosis that is causing my sweet daydreaming and fast heart rate. I think my common room is a good place to meet.

PS: Bring your friend along. We'll need it!

PPS: So close, but so far. It's the pear. (And sadly not the apple, 'cos you are the apple of my eye)

Reading each other's notes, their faces both turned to a shade of scarlet. They tried to find each other's eyes across the hallway but as soon as one of them mustered enough courage to look at the other, the other would hideaway, their face matching a tomato. They were nervously bathing in the pool of youthful love.

"She loves me!" he thought excitedly, he couldn't help but let a big smile take over his face, "And my dazzling hair! And the smile! Everything's in place." he sighed contently.

While on the other side of the hall, Leta giggled with euphoria.

"I knew it! He loves me! He's daydreaming? Must be serious. Now that I think about it, he needs a diagnosis, from the doctor herself!" she thought euphorically.

Later that night, Leta tickled the pear painted on the Hufflepuff entryway and quietly entered the common room. Even though she wasn't an intruder, she was splashed with vinegar on her way in. Theseus was meant to be awake at this time but had fallen asleep on a long, soft, yellow armchair, next to the forever warming fire.

"He must be exhausted." she thought sympathetically. She couldn't help but notice how vulnerable and peaceful the boy looked as he slept. She couldn't help but fall more for the boy.

Instead of nudging him awake, as she had planned to do, she thought some more, "Time to make my move, while I have the chance."

She leaned forward ever so slightly and kissed him. She was instantly flooded with the warmest feelings she had ever felt in her life, even though Theseus wasn't reciprocating.

His eyes fluttered awake, making her pull back immediately, colour rushing into her cheeks. She smiled sheepishly. He stared at her, surprised, but it was soon replaced by a longing for the warmth he had felt moments before. Their lips met again. With Theseus reciprocating, the emotions flooded back with incredible intensity. He felt it too. The warmth, the passion, the drive, the love.

After their loving embrace, they decided that being a Friday night, there was no need to check on Trelawney. Especially, with the adrenaline that had taken over the two moments before, they weren't really feeling the need to do something so ordinary and trivial. Theseus lay down on the armchair, signalling Leta to do the same. She lay down next to him, her arms wrapped around him. With her head on his shoulder, the pair drifted off to sleep with each other to keep them company, warmth and the greatest feeling of all. Love.