Fire-side chats

The soft light of the fire danced as my eyelids fluttered closed, sinking into a short sleep.

I jolted awake as I heard footsteps approaching me from behind.

“Why are you up so late?” he asked with concern, walking around the couch to face me, “or rather, why are you asleep in the commonroom?” he chuckled softly as he saw me, obviously startled.

“I was trying to get some work done,” I muttered sleepily, staring back at the words on the page. Each letter started to flutter above the off-white parchment, playfully dancing in the air. Wait, I thought, did someone put a charm on this book? I squinted my eyes to focus on the page and the letters slid back, settling down where they belonged.

He looked at me curiously, “yeah, I can see that’s going well,” he said as he picked up the book off of my lap.

I pushed myself up into a seated postion on the cloud-like couch, yawning quite obnoxiously and streching my arms out to the ends of the Earth.

The left side of his mouth turned up as he closed the book, “ah History of Magic. I can see why you were sleeping. You really shouldn’t be reading this so late at night, it’s like you’re trying to fall asleep.” His chesnut eyes peered up at me through his thick eyelashes.

“Yeah well I left it until last minute so I didn’t have much of a choice,” I shared his smile and gracefully held out my hands as he handed the book back to me.

“You should get to bed,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh and what about you. Why are you awake at... um what time is it?” I looked around for a clock.

He pullled out his wand, turning my textbook into a gold-framed pocketwatch with vine-like ingravings. “There. Now it’s actually useful,” he said with a snicker.

“Ha ha,” I said in a sarcastic tone, looking down at the time to be met with surprise "2:30 am!” I exclaimed, “I thought I had only just fallen asleep.”

“Obviously not,” his eyebrows raised, “maybe you should actually keep it that way,” he nodded towards the watch in my hands.

I smiled sleepishly, putting my hands on my knees as I stood up. I held out my hands, holding the reflective pocket-watch in them.

“Now change it back so I can study.”

“No. You need to go to bed,” his eyes glittered mischeviously against the velvety orange flames of the fire, "besides, you don't have anything to study."

I took a step towards him, staring him down, knowing he was the only chance I had to change it back as I was quite terrible at transfiguration.

“I said now!” I was starting to get annoyed, "I really need to know this stuff before my O.W.L.S. tomorrow."

“What you need is a good night’s rest.” He started to walk away as if it was the end of the conversation.

“Ugh you can be so stubborn,” I sighed, giving in.

“You love that about me, admit it”

“No, I love... that I hate you.”

And with that, his tall frame glided away up the stairs and into the shadows.

(this is my first attempt at fanfiction and idk how to feel haha. oh well, at least I wrote something today. hope you enjoyed!)