Alright, so the pact was made.
Ophelia wasn't now entirely sure how she should feel about it. Should she be happy that she was not made to sit through after the lessons under the professor's watch and do something disgusting or should she be sad that now, instead of writing him an essay or two, she had to spend time, maybe several hours a day, to teach the man how to skate.
She could not make up her mind on that. All she had to do was simply wait and see and at his warning that he might be a slow learner, she simply shrugged. She was a patient girl, though now she also had the taste of regret in her mouth. She should have had left later from the dorms and skate somewhere outside.
"Nothing is really easy at the beginning," she simply informed him. Picking up the skateboard, she pressed it tightly against herself, hugging it.
Suddenly her face went paler. "So... this is a detention?" Wow. She could already imagine Proferror Kubin's disappointed face.
But then again she could take this as an interesting activity. Not everyone was interested in skating. "It is not so much different from flying. You'll see. Skating, as a matter of fact, might even be a lot easier for You, sir, if You're into quidditch and know how to handle a brook. Balance is what matters the most..."
Unsure what to do next, especially to his smile which was ever so charming, Ophelia backed away a step and looked at the portraits. They were still deep in their slumber. "Yep..." she muttered. It was extremely hard not to fall for his veela charms, and she tried not to smile back, but the corners of her mouth were twitching regardless.
"When will we start? Today?" she asked, still trying to not to look at him.
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