Bab 25: Chapter 25
As I stood there, caught in this peculiar exchange, the air seemed to carry an unspoken tension,a current of emotions that buzzed beneath the surface. Hermione's bashful demeanor was a mystery I found myself drawn to decipher. What could have possibly transpired that caused her to react this way? A surge of determination coursed through me; I was determined to unravel this enigma.
With an easy grin, I decided to probe further. "Come on, Hermione, you can tell me. I won't bite," I assured her, my tone playful. The corners of her lips twitched in a hesitant smile, an acknowledgment of my attempt to lighten the atmosphere. But her gaze flitted away, evading my own, as if the truth was hidden within the depths of her eyes.
Mavka, standing beside me, couldn't contain her amusement any longer. Her laughter bubbled up, infectious and warm, filling the room with its melodic cadence. I shot her a mock glare, though my own lips betrayed me by twitching into a smile. "Seems like Mavka finds this all quite entertaining," I remarked, my words teasing.
Jade, who had been observing the unfolding scene with a bemused expression, couldn't hold back her own chuckle. She raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh, it's definitely entertaining," she chimed in, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Hermione's blush deepened at the acknowledgment of the others. She seemed torn between laughter and mortification, her gaze flitting between us all. But her silence persisted, a wall she had constructed around her words, shielding them from my curious inquiries.
I took a step closer, my tone gentle. "Hermione, you know you can trust me, right? Whatever it is, you don't have to keep it to yourself." The sincerity in my voice was mirrored in my eyes, an earnest plea for her to open up.
Her gaze finally met mine, and there was a vulnerability there that tugged at my heartstrings. She hesitated, her lips parting as if she was about to speak, yet no words emerged. Instead, she shook her head slightly, as if in disbelief of her own hesitancy.
In that moment, the room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of us in its sphere. The world around us blurred, and it was as if the unspoken words hung between us, shimmering like a thread of connection waiting to be grasped.
Finally, she took a deep breath, the air trembling in the space between us. "I... I was going to tell you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The confession seemed to lift a weight from her shoulders, and her gaze held a mix of anxiety and relief.
My heart swelled with a mixture of empathy and curiosity. "Tell me what?" I encouraged softly, my eyes locked onto hers, willing her to find the courage to reveal her thoughts.
A hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips, a flicker of newfound resolve. She met my gaze head-on, her eyes shining with a mixture of determination and embarrassment. "I was going to say that you didn't say anything wrong. It's just... whenever you look at me, I get really nervous, and my words get all jumbled up."
Her honesty was endearing, a revelation that resonated within me. The realization that my presence could evoke such a reaction in her created a warmth in my chest, a feeling that seemed to bridge the gap between us.
My own lips curled into a gentle smile. "Is that so?" I mused, a lightheartedness infusing my words. "Well, you don't need to be nervous around me, Hermione. I'm just... me."
Her cheeks, already a shade of pink, turned an even deeper hue as she fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve. "I know," she murmured, her gaze dropping to the ground momentarily before she met my eyes once more.
I hadn't caught the last word that slipped from Hermione's lips. I leaned in to ask her to repeat herself when a sudden thunderous bang echoed through the dining hall, jolting through the air and rattling everything in its path.
The noise was so deafening that I instinctively pressed both hands over my ears, desperately seeking refuge from the cacophony.
Stunned by the sudden explosion of sound, my half-formed question was lost in the dissonance. My focus shifted to Mavka, a question forming on my lips as I turned to her. "What was that? Where's the noise coming from?"
Mavka let out an exasperated sigh, her hand rubbing her temple as if bracing against the tumult. "Those two muscleheads have returned once again. Talk about making a grand entrance."
Perplexed by her words, I squinted in confusion, my brows furrowing. Mavka noticed my bewilderment and took it upon herself to clarify. "You don't need to worry. It's just a couple of my friends, and they're also your guardians"
Before she could finish her sentence, Jade interjected, her voice dripping with a mixture of excitement and mischief. "Ah, those unfortunate souls who are about to experience Shinobu's wrath. This is a show I won't miss. Come on, Hermione, let's go and enjoy the spectacle." Jade sprang up from her seat, her fingers wrapping around Hermione's hand as she practically dragged her out of the dining hall.
As I watched the two of them leave, a lingering confusion tugged at my thoughts. I turned my attention back to Mavka, hoping for some clarity. "Why is Shinobu going to give your two friends, who are essentially her friends too, a beating?"
Mavka gave a sheepish shrug, her fingers ruffling my hair affectionately as she let out a soft chuckle. "It's a bit complicated, and you might not fully grasp it. But come on, let's go. I should try to prevent Shinobu from turning those two into pulp." With a reassuring smile, she guided me toward the door, leaving me with a sense of intrigue and a growing desire to uncover the mysteries that seemed to weave around this peculiar group.
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