บท 19: Refusal
The weak early morning sunlight rose slowly over the window sill, the rays dazzling on the freshly fallen snow. Albus awoke with a start as the bright light drifted over his eyes. It was Christmas. A wide smile made its way slowly onto his face. Albus leaped out of bed and rushed out of his room. Lily's door opened and she came out, equally excited.
"Do you think Mom and Dad are up yet?" she asked.
"Not sure, I was about to head downstairs and check."
"I'll go see," Lily said.
"Where's Quinn?" Albus asked, looking around.
"Still asleep. See if you can get her up, would you?" Lily said as she padded down the stairs.
Albus creaked open Lily's bedroom door, peering around the edge cautiously.
The soft sunlight lay gently on Quinn as she breathed deeply, the thick comforter pulled all the way up to her chin. He cleared his throat.
"Quinn?"
She grunted slightly.
" It's Christmas morning" he said coming closer to the bed.
Grunt.
"Come on Quinn wake up."
"Too early," she mumbled, scooching down into the blanket.
He sighed, pulling down the blanket
"No," She said yanking it back up stubbornly.
"Come on Quinn, he said bouncing on the bed,"
"No." She said, her eyes still defiantly shut.
He pulled the pillow out from under her head.
"Hey!" She said, sitting up.
"finally!" Albus said
Quinn scowled, yanking the pillow out of his hand. He thought she was going to put it back under her head and go back to sleep but-
Flump!
The fluffy pillow had whipped across his face with surprising force. He sat dumbfounded as Quinn smirked wryly at him.
"It is so on," he said
He dived at the second pillow on the bed, getting hit in the face again as he did so. Snatching the pillow, he aimed it at Quinn's head. The pillow connected with its target with a loud thud. Quinn grinned, her hair now frizzy. Her small hand closed around his wrist as he aimed to hit her again. She forced him back, pinning him to the mattress. He twisted his wrist, attempting to get free. Quinn got onto her knees now putting all her weight onto his wrists as she leaned over him. Her hair had fallen forward in a sheet of golden curls, he gazed into her eyes. She was close, very close. It would've been too easy to kiss her, he simply would just have to stretch his neck forward a few inches, their lips would connect and he would weave his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer…
Her smile shattered his daydream.
"Does this mean I win?" She asked playfully. He cleared his throat, which seemed very dry all of a sudden.
"Yeah I suppose," he said smiling.
She stared at him for a long moment, her grip slackened. She slid her hands into his, their fingers lacing together. He was looking at her with a strange expression it was almost.. mischievous. Her breath quickened. His black hair was messy as always, his square glasses slightly askew, but he was different somehow. She leaned down toward him slightly, a mere inch of space between them. She saw Albus close his eyes…
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