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“Keep up?” Lux said dubiously. “Sorry, but I don’t know how you’re going to keep up with me- just because of how short your legs are, not because I’m doubting your ruthless competitive skills.”
“You might be taller than me, but you’re certainly not meaner than me,” Rowan pointed out. The version of herself that had walked into a tree looking at Lux Klausen was long gone. She had one goal now. “Prep to run, you giraffe of a man.”
Grabbing the rope from behind them, Love begun wrapping the rope around their ankles. “If I do fall, go ahead and drag me to the finish line, I won’t mind.” Securing the knot, she flashed Rowan a thumbs-up. “Let’s go hobble to the finish line, shall we?’’
“As fast as we can,” Rowan answered solemnly as she eyed the finish line in question. She cracked her neck with a fist to the chin, cracking her knuckles simultaneously.
Angelos eyed the girl up and down. “Al-alright, Colonel. Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Say it with more conviction, Candy King,” Rowan responded, somehow more forcefully than before. “Buck up, Flume, buck up.”
Vance tried to keep it in that Rowan wasn’t using her regular hostility on him as it had been since he’d admitted his feelings for her, but was only acknowledging him with her competitive one. He was happy about that, getting over his own anger with her just weeks after their altercation. Now, he just wanted to be her friend again. “I don’t think you could have picked a better partner then, Rowan.“
She turned on her heel to look more securely up at her Ravenclaw friend. His height alone made her more confident in the race. “You got that right,” Rowan admitted. “You’re so tall. Congratulations on your genetics. But I still move pretty fast.”
“Use a cleaning spell,” Lia waved her hand, carelessly. “But brilliant, I’m glad you agree.” Lia pulled Rowan with her towards the pie area, her eyes locked on the place she’d been gravitating to since the day began. “Say, how many pies can you fit in you anyways?”
“Oh, no, no,” Rowan answered, shaking her head so vehemently that her braid whipped around. “I am going to eat none pies. No. I already carbo-loaded for the game. This is your time to shine.” She patted her fellow Beater on the back.
“I’m not little crouton anymore, Rowan,” Ned frowned. “I’m—” He shrugged off of his sweater vest, and threw it on the ground. “I’m wholemeal now.”
“Yer what now?” Caught off guard, Rowan’s aggressive Scotch accent slipped through between an amused laugh. “D’you realize how easy it is to mock you sometimes?” Then she straightened up. “C’mon then, ya wee crouton. Let’s race.”
Lia shrugged. “If we win– Which we will, I don’t think they’ll care if the stupid trophy has a bit of puke on it.”
“I care. I care immensely,” Rowan clarified. But she relented. “Fine, we’ll eat your pie. But you best not puke on me or I’ll end your life.”
Love watched as the other fifth year looked for someone, anyone else, but it was already too late. Everyone had already acquired a partner, or at least it seemed that way. “Sorry Goode,” Love said putting emphasis on Rowan’s last name, “but it seems you’re stuck with me. Don’t look too terribly excited.” Her sarcastic face settled into a softer version. ‘look, I’ll be doing my best. If you are really and truly uncomfortable with partnering with me, then I guess we’ll be sitting out of this race. Your choice.”
Rowan eyed Love speculatively. “You don’t strike me as the type to give something like this your best physical effort,” she offered after a moment. “But if you’re trying I can’t be too brokenhearted, can I?” She offered one arm to the girl. “Best tie us together, then.”
“It’s fine, it was a prank and I didn’t think anything less for field day.”
“Dunno what that atrocity is, but you better buck up and prepare to win, Hopper.”
“I just finished three of them– Can’t we take a five minute breather? Or at least be competitive at something where I get to eat pie?”
Rowan squinted over at her. “If you eat a pie that fast, can you guarantee you won’t vom in midair during our game in three hours? I’m not going through that.”
Love eyeballed her partner for the three-legged race. “Sorry to kill your buzz, but I’m not the most.. athletic. So your winning streak is probably going to end here, sorry.” She said, not really sounding sorry.
“Then I’ll just find someone else. Move it or lose it, Garnett.” Rowan peered around impatiently, but no one near them seemed to be on their own-- everyone was already paired.
“Look here,” Rowan began, tugging the end of her braid tighter. “I don’t plan to lose this race-- or any race-- so you’d best keep up.”
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Edgar blinked. Oh, she didn’t think he had the guts, did she? Ned rose a brow at Rowan. He straightened up a little more, and he raised his wand a little higher. “Engorgio.” The little kernels of popcorn begun to swell, bursting out into fist-sized snacks. And with the levitating charm no longer focused on the cluster, they all dropped.
The laugh became a quick shriek as she caught a giant kernel in her hand, and another one bounced off her chin. Collecting the popcorn and piling it on the desk between them, Rowan continued to giggle, delighted. “I guess you had it in you after all. The enlargement was a surprise. Though you think it’d be less likely to get in my hair.” The fifth year began pulling minute flecks of popcorn from her ponytail.
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Ned was determined to concentrate on the movie. Vernon and Bender were talking in the closet, and the man was baiting the kid to strike him down. But, he couldn’t help rise to the goading beside him. “Are you insisting it ‘fall’… on you?” he asked, turning to Rowan. He had the most innocent expression he could muster, and he lifted the tip of his wand forward. On the screen, Bender was climbing up through into the air ducts. The cloud of popcorn begun to cross the desk between them, just as the music hit.
Rowan suddenly barked out a laugh, and slunk back against the chair to avoid the clump of popcorn. The Breakfast Club’s intensity was lost to the present danger above her. “I wish you would do it, Edgar. But you don’t have the guts,” she goaded. Reaching up with one hand, she tentatively brushed a knuckle against the levitated snack.
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“There’s a happy ending, don’t worry. It ends up all nice and smooth.” Shreya finally understood why Astor and the Head Girl were usually putty in the fifth year’s hands; it was that puppy look. Younger sisters, she thought to herself with a small smile. “It’s the OG Mean Girls. And it’s good, trust me. Wait, have you watched Mean Girls?”
Rowan’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “I have seen a bit of Mean Girls. Doesn’t really seem like my kind of movie.” Really, she didn’t have a particular movie ‘type’, but the appeal of the cattiness in the movie everyone else seemed to adore was lost entirely on her. “Might not like Heathers, either.”
