|Stephen Cornfoot - Click! - PG
||[Jun. 9th, 2006|03:42 am]
Ravenclaw 20 Challenge Community
Character(s): Stephen Cornfoot, feat. Mandy Brocklehurst
Prompt: #16 - Falling in Love
Word Count: 484
Notes: First, I've never really played Stephen before,
much less any male character for that matter so through this, I'd get to play out the personality I conjured up for him. Only about two aspects of that personality came out, though. Oh, well. Second, I didn't have any plan on how this fic would go and it turned out to be a bit dramatic. The last part even confused me but... Anyway! On with the fic. *shuts up now*
Stephen Cornfoot never thought of himself as a ladies’ man. Michael and Anthony can hold that description for all he cared. But right now, he wished he was one. Why? Because of one slip of a girl.
She had managed to draw his attention to herself during their third year class with the hippogryff. She stood stiffly at the edge of the pen, determination etched on her face while the other girls in the class stood a good two feet away and were clutching one another’s hands.
He was in awe.
From then on, he had managed to observe her and become close to her. They weren’t exactly the best of friends like he considered Kevin to be. But they weren’t just friends either. He liked to think that their relationship was bordering between the best of friends stage to the more than friends stage.
And he was loathe to ruin a perfectly good and stable friendship.
But time was of the essence and he was falling for her, slowly, surely, and deeply. It was then that he noticed that a lot of his pictures had her in them.
“Mandy,” he called out.
She turned and the Click! of a camera was heard.
“Stephen!” she cried out, brandishing a book and waving it at him.
He ran towards the door, laughing, clutching his camera protectively in his arms. He could hear her own laughs as she chased him. Outside in the courtyard, he paused for a breath then was about to run when his head got smacked with a book.
She huffed. “You deserved it, Corn-o.”
“It was just a picture!” he said defensively.
“Of me unaware!”
He just rolled his eyes. “As if you aren’t used to it by now,” he muttered, rubbing the spot on his head that was hit.
“I heard that!”
She was scowling but he knew how to make her smile.
“Mandy,” he said, carefully charming his camera smaller then tucking it securely in his pocket.
When she didn’t turn around, he grinned then attacked her side, tickling her mercilessly with quick fingers.
And she giggled, then laughed, the sound pleasant to the ears before they tumbled to the ground as she unsuccessfully managed to deter his poking fingers.
“You better give me a copy, Stephen,” she told him as they caught their breath while lying on the grass.
He turned his head and gazed at her smiling face and nodded, giving a smile in return.
“Mandy...” he said moments later.
“I...” he trailed off, unsure on how to say it. And he didn’t even know what it was.
A rustle of cloth was heard and he felt her move closer to him then lean her head on his chest. Then she spoke.
He kissed the top of her head and enclosed her in his arms.
Was it any wonder that he fell for her?