”That must have been a lark!” Imagine, touring schools. Daisy had never seen another herself, just Hogwarts. ”It also must have been a relief for her shoe budget.” Daisy was dearly fond of her shoe collection. She couldn’t imagine having it picked off by magical explosions. Her cheeks warmed beneath his smile. He had the longest lashes! Daisy found it horribly unfair. And distracting.
The evening was going well, however. His arm was politely comfortable, and he had made no wayward advances. Daisy appreciated his good manners and pleasant nature. And his eyelashes.
”Oh I bet it does.” Daisy had seen a watery picture in the back of a scandal magazine once at Hogwarts. Like most wizarding schools, Beauxbaton’s was secretive despite their prestige. Daisy never had understood the need within the magical community. She’d heard there was another school wandering Europe with no set destination at all. Beside her, Courtney gave a little bounce at her declaration. And Daisy laughed at his.
”Assumes! I think you are mistaken, whatever your confidence.” Her nose was playfully turned up at him. Confidence was so very French! ”Everyone knows Hogwarts is The School.” Daisy corrected with enunciation and a grin. And a blush as he leaned in a little closer. Daisy couldn’t meet his eye but for a minute before she had to look away with a shy laugh.
She watched him through her curl, which had slipped free of her ear. She really ought to have pinned it, Daisy thought. But it made the looking easier and less direct. He all but glowed, almost consumed by his thoughts of flying. Face to the clouds as if they would part and draw him up into the sky. It made Daisy smile, fingers settling in the crook of his elbow. ”Friends and flying.” And a little showing off. Her eyes crinkled happily. ”It sounds nice when you put it that way. You could almost forget about the beaters and bludgers whizzing all over.”
She had been a very staunch supporter of her house team, but beyond that Daisy had not developed an interest in the sport. She was too grounded, she supposed, for flying about on broomsticks. Being a Hufflepuff had been steadying as she discovered a new world that was sometimes frightening. Big and wild. Courtney understood that. The wonder of it. Daisy doubted he’d ever experienced the fear. He was too bold for that, she thought.
”I haven’t.” Hogwarts was the furthest she’d been from home. Paris was a dream for other days. ”Maybe after the war,” she said wistfully, feeling their bodies meet. Hips and thighs brushing before she leaned away a little, fingers sliding in the crease of his arm. She was sure it would take her breath away, and a part of Daisy very much wanted it to be stollen from her body by the wonders of the world. ”I would like to see it though.” It sounded amazing, what little she had heard.
Later days. Tonight was for a movie, the theatre rising up in front of them. She blushed at the title, it sounded rich from his tongue instead of trite. Probably because of the accent. And the soothing way he talk to her, squeezing her gently as he did. ”So I will,” she whispered, throat suddenly tight. Blushing, she ducked her face into the shadow between their bodies and gave herself time to settle while he ordered tickets and popcorn.
The darkness of the theatre was a respite. Daisy felt less on display nestled into a seat at Courtney’s side because of it. Even if they were still on display, side by side in the dark while the film light flickered on over their heads. Daisy watched the advertisements and tips with a smile, but the newsreel ran a shiver down her spine and twisted her stomach. Too loud. Too real. Worse with a soldier sitting next to her. Courtney seemed excited more than anything, which made Daisy worry more.
”That would be a blessing.” And a Christmas Miracle. A few other gentlemen turning agree, their companions casting shy, understanding smiles at Daisy that made her feel worse. Glad when the movie started. Though her gladness waned, leaving Daisy to lean in and squeeze tight to the hand offered her. Confused and terrified in turn, she couldn’t help but pity all the players by the end, face buried against Courtney’s shoulder with a gasp just before the lights rose.
”That poor woman!” She whispered, using the popcorn bag as an excuse to disengage her hand from his now that the darkness had retreated. She brushed a piece of popcorn from his lapel and shook the bag to see how much was left. ”Some for the walk home.” She told him with a smile, cheeks rosy. More comfortable with linking her arm through his now that she knew the feel of his fingers through his. This was easier, with fabric to separate them.