hit the books || parvati&michael
Parvati stood in front of her mirror, agonizing over how she looked. It needed to be perfect -- hair, makeup, jewellry. All of it; not too much, not too little, but just right. Because she was supposed to meet Michael Corner in the library in fifteen minutes and looking good was more important than running a tad bit late.
It felt like forever since the two of them had one of their study sessions. Well, technically it probably hadn't been that long and officially it was tutoring. She was being dramatic, as usual, and she didn't actually need that much help with Potions...if any at all. But she liked spending time with Michael. It was appropriate, then, that they rarely got to studying.
When it began, Parvati didn't fancy him -- just had a couple of last-minute questions on a few assignments back in like, third year. He was a smart guy willing to help her out every now and then. Then, last year they'd both been in the DA and became sort-of-friends who studied together, and Michael dated Ginny Weasley anyway. This year, though, something felt different. Friends, yeah, but one she wouldn't mind snogging. To be honest, the feelings she had weren't particularly serious. It was kind of like a game; look pretty as possible, undo one or two buttons on her top, smile, flirt. Then, notice how he reacted (or how he didn't), and try harder next time. Something must have been working, because they saw each other a lot.
Putting on a last few touches, she cocked her head to the side, awaiting affirmation from the mirror. Dearie, it said, you could turn a man to stone! Or melt him. The comment put a grin on her face, and she hurried off to the library. Michael was already there, of course, at their usual table.
"Heya," Parvati said brightly, and slid into the seat next to him before tucked her hair behind her ear and shooting him a smile. "I see you're ready to get down to business."
Her tone was somewhat teasing as she gestured towards the stack of books laying out on the table. Did they ever manage to "get down to business" as far as productive studying went? Not for a while. Occasionally they got around to it in various capacities, but most of the time they sat and chatted, with Parvati trying to be as quiet as she could to keep several particularly uptight Ravenclaws from glaring and Madam Pince from watching them like a hawk.
"Having a good Monday? If there is such a thing," she joked, twisting sideways in her chair to face him better, casually brushing her knee lightly against his in the process.
There was no magic on Mondays, she believed, except dark magic, because they were by far the worst day of the week simply by being. Like there was something inherently bad about them no matter the circumstances...but hopefully hers was about to get a lot less dark.