Summer had fallen at the most inopportune moment in Christopher's opinion. He had not had chance to take up the offer that had been presented to him by Stephen, nor had he been able to follow up on the subtle flirtations he had left the Hufflepuff with. It was, truthfully, frustrating for Christopher to not get what he wanted, but that didn't mean he would stop trying.
Lessons had just started up, and the trivial questions asked numbed Christopher's brain for hours of the day until he was finally allowed to do as he pleased. This meant training hard for each and every sport he partook in. The list was extensive, but that evening was the time he spent on his dance. So, sending a message with a house elf, Christopher had made his way to the room, and waited for Stephen to show.
You know where I'll be.
C.
The note had been simple, and he hoped Stephen would understand it enough to come up to the dance room. If not, he was likely going to look stupid. Whilst he waited, though, Christopher gently warmed up with a couple of laps of the room, and some stretching to make sure he didn't pull anything.
Well, maybe pull someone, Christopher thought to himself, checking his watch that was reading his vitals as well as many other cool add ons. His resting heartbeat comparison was good, not getting too worked up just yet.
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