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Landon wasn't exactly sure what he was doing. Ever since his initial meeting with Augusta, she had been tucked away in the corner of his mind, coming out at the most random of times. Normally he didn't think of anyone that frequently, well outside of himself of course. For instance, when he had been flying at Quidditch practice, he chuckled when he remembered that she was scared of heights and the story she had given him as an explanation for her phobia. That had been the first time he'd thought of her and he'd been completely thrown off by it (his bewilderment even caused him to get hit in the head by one of those damn bludgers). He'd never really had a crush on someone before and although he told himself repeatedly that he didn't harbor any feelings for her beyond potential friendship, he knew that he was lying to himself.

But he had no idea what to do about these confusing feelings. They were much easier to ignore than they were to deal with, in his opinion anyways. He had only really spoken to her once, so she really shouldn't be having this strong of an effect on him. Maybe it was just because she was one of the few people whom actually hadn't bored him to death nor did she come off as pretentious and self-righteous (which was hard to find these days). Landon had never really had a proper friend, so it was always possible that this was just a feeling of friendship, it was just about as foreign to him as feelings of the romantic persuasion. As he walked up the familiar path leading to the moutain range, he quickly tried to talk himself into thinking about anything other than Augusta. Just thinking about her was giving him this strange, almost dizzy feeling in his stomach and it was rather unsettling to the Slytherin.

He was beginning to wonder if he'd done the whole thing right. Was owling her and asking her to hang out strange? Would it have been more appropriate for him to have just stopped her in the hallways and asked her in a more casual fashion? He had considered doing just that but as Augusta was constantly around Sophia and that Ben guy, he always lost his nerve. Because Sophia and Landon didn't get along all that well, he was sure that she'd advise Augusta against spending time with him. Sophia had always thought that Landon was bad news. He couldn't really blame her for that either. But that didn't mean he wanted her planting that seed in Augusta's mind. He wondered if Augusta had spoken to Sophia about him. He was getting ahead of himself. Why would she do that? He was probably the only one who was looking too much into the situation.

At last, he finally made it to the top of the mountain range. The sun was shining brightly, beaming down on him where he stood. There wasn't a cloud in sight. Landon wasn't much of a fan of warm, sunny weather but because of the high alititude, it wasn't completely unbearable. Landon was tempted to start smoking a cigarette but decided against it. He didn't know how Augusta felt about them and for some reason, that stopped his temptation. Now there was nothing left to do but wait. So the Slytherin sat down on one of the larger rocks. He glanced at his watch which told him he was about ten minutes early, so he had a while to wait.

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Augusta had never been so nervous. She’d been on…meetings with people of guys before. Why was this one boy affecting her so? Her friends had noticed her agitated behavior, and her occasional remarks. She would not tell them anything however. Obviously. Not because she was afraid of offending or surprising a few people, but because it was simply none of their business to who she hung out with. In Potions, one of her best classes, she’d actually messed up the stirring because she was too busy thinking about a certain Landon Rooney. But that was Friday. Today was Saturday. Nothing had really changed overnight then. She sighed as she settled into one of the chairs in the Hufflepuff common room. Everybody was there, being almost noon time. Noon time! She looked at her watch suddenly and was relieved that it was only eleven-thirty. Half an hour. She had the eagerness to go, oh yes she did. But she’d be incredibly early.

It was not that close however. It would take some time to get there. Augusta stood up suddenly and made her way on out. She still had her uniform on. She decidded to take off the cardigan since it was lovely weather. She hurried back to her dorm and did just that. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was down as usual, and her bangs were held back by her favorite green hairband. She wasn’t self-conscious. And strangely, she wasn’t around Landon. But she just wanted to make sure she looked composed and neat. As that was the impression she wanted to reflect. She strode out of castle with that thought, and towards the mountain range. She reached the beginning of the path. She looked towards the top. Oh Merlin, wasn’t this a funny picture. Augusta Longbottom heading towards the mountain range. She loved the place, however she didn’t always go to the top. She stopped at her usual spot halfway to the cliff. There was a lovely little clearing there and was her favorite spot. But then again, she had always been curious to how the top seemed like. And thinking of Landon gave her confidence. She didn’t know if it was carelessness or true bravery. Augusta sincerely hoped it was the latter.

Every little step made her think more and more of Landon. Was he already there? She looked at her watch. Hm, she still had ten minutes. She’d probably have to wait or something. But she couldn’t help hoping that he could be…early. It would be such a gentlemanly sort of thing to do. A silly little smile split across her face as she looked down at the path. She could feel blood rushing to her cheeks. He had really owled her. She had been so sure that he would forget all about their little encounter at the Quidditch Pitch. And she knew he hadn’t done it out of…well…pity or liked he ‘had to do it’. Because he really didn’t. Landon could’ve broken off any sort of contact. Perhaps he…was fond of her? Oh it was a ridiculous thought. This was what happened when Augusta went off for those walks of hers. Foolish and dreamy notions agot the better. Of her. But she couldn’t help it. It was probably a friendly sort of thing to do…it wasn’t a date. It wasn’t.

Was this how it felt to be crazy about someone? Ah now she was getting ahead of herself. She wasn’t crazy about Landon Rooney. She wasn’t completely mad yet. Yet. Well if this meeting went the way she hoped it would. She gave a little sound of contentment. Halfway between a giggle and chuckle. She looked up to the sky. What a clear sky. And there were no clouds. What a wonderful thing. She hated clouds. They were always bad news, and always stealing the sun’s spotlight. Perhaps the great weather was an omen? Oh shut up you romantic. Augusta scolded herself mentally. She looked ahead of herself and realized that she was almost there. She was coming around the last bend. She stopped suddenly, just settling down. She took even breaths and sighed eventually. She peeked around the boulder to see Landon. He was already here! Augusta looked at her watch again. Still about ten minutes. A shy smile took hold of her lips yet again. He wasn’t facing her, but sitting on one of the large rocks. She bit her lip as she made her way silently towards him. Her light steps had always been an advantage. She was going to scare him. She felt the awful urge to giggle. She remembered teling him how she hated when people snuck up on him. Hypocritical, but she couldn’t resist. She decided against yelling ‘boo’. Instead, she tapped him at the shoulder suddenly. “Hello.” Augusta said clearly and somewhat steadily. She plopped down next to him on the same rock. Maybe she should’ve sat on that other rock, the one further away? Well it was too late to move now.

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It wasn't until the moment that Landon was looking out over the beautiful landscape that he realized he may have made a dreadful mistake. Why on earth had he asked Augusta to meet him on the mountain range of all places? How had he been so daft to have forgotten that she was deathly afraid of heights? Though he was disappointed in himself for not remembering that important tidbit sooner, he found that he was also rather pleased with himself. Despite her fear of heights, she had agreed to meet him here. That probably meant something, didn't it? Landon ran a hand through his blond hair as though that would shake those thoughts away, as if he could brush them off with simplistic ease. It was more realistic that she would only be scared of being up there if she stepped close to the edge and peered over. He doubted she would be scared sitting as far back as he was. He could only see what was out in the distance, not what was down below. He had known a few people who were scared of heights that had been up this way before. Though granted most of them stopped at that halfway mark, where there was that spot which still gave a pretty awesome view. What if she had expected to meet him there? His brows furrowed as he noticed the complications. Maybe he should have been more specific. It was obvious that he wasn't used to doing this sort of thing. He also wasn't used to worrying about anyone other than himself.

Landon couldn't help but wonder what his parents would say if they knew their only child was spending his time with a Longbottom. They probably wouldn't even believe him if he told them. It was a rarity for Landon to hang out with someone unless it was at a party or a chance meeting. What would they say if they knew he had actually owled her and asked for her company? He didn't particularly care that they certainly wouldn't approve, he had given them enough years of servitude to be able to choose his own friends. But then again, was he only seeking her friendship? His previous train of thought led him to wonder what Augusta's parents would make of her spending time with a Rooney. His name was nothing like the Malfoys, his parents weren't nearly as closely-tied with the Dark Arts and the whole Death Eaters thing but that wasn't to say that they hadn't been involved in it. The Longbottoms probably wouldn't approve of him in the slightest. That was a somewhat saddening thought but he was getting ahead of himself once again. It wasn't like they were dating or anything.

The boy didn't even know the first thing about dating. He'd never been interested in a girl in that way before. Sure, he'd found some of them attractive on a shallow level and maybe made out with them at a party or something but those had all been drunken mistakes. He'd never really felt good about those encounters the following morning. Augusta was different, to say the least. They had done nothing physical at all and that didn't bother Landon in the slightest. Her conversation had been enough to keep him interested. Though he'd been lying if he said that she was horrible to look at. She was very, very pretty. But he was still confused over what he felt for her exactly. Mainly because he didn't really feel all that much for other people. That sounded horrible but he hadn't really been raised to be the emotional type. He was raised to be more detached than anything. So that just made this whole ordeal all the more confusing for the sixteen year old. He didn't even know how to go about sorting these feelings out. How was he supposed to know if they were feelings of friendship or something more? It wasn't like he had anyone whom he could talk to about these things. Though even if he had, he doubted he would take advantage of that. He liked to figure things out for himself, which was both a strength and a weakness of his.

Landon was abruptly torn from his thoughts when he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. He gave a small involuntary jump before turning around to see Augusta. Great, he had just jumped in front of her because she'd startled him. What an excellent way to start things off. The corners of his lips turned up into a smile, "Well now you've asked for it. I'm going to scare you one day," he teased, though he was already formulating a plot. He'd have to figure out whenever she had prefect duty, which could be a difficult task, and then his plan could take action. Of course, he wanted her to only think he was joking. He didn't want to spoil his plan before it had even begun. He hadn't really expected her to sit down next to him but he couldn't say that he was disappointed that she had. Having her that close to him made those silly feelings come back to him. That sort of feeling someone gets when they miss a step on the stairway and think they're about to fall all the way down. He looked at her apologetically, "You know, I'm sorry I asked you to come up here. It wasn't until I'd already gotten up here that I remembered you were scared of heights," he commented, digging his shoe into the dirt. Why was he actually nervous around her?

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Augusta hadn’t exactly thought about Landon in such a romantic view. Okay. Maybe she was close to it. It wasn’t full on. She was the sort of person who valued friendship before relationships. That way, if the relationship didn’t go well, you could still be friends, because you actually had a friendship before. She hated when whiny girls turned to her saying the same old: He said we couldn’t be friends. Well gee, Augusta wondered why. Oh right, they jumped into a relationship the minute they met one another. She was appreciative of Landon’s ways. This little infatuation thing made her feel warm inside. His respect for her was something she really admired and it made her feel as if she were special. But she probably wasn’t. Hah, as if she could be special in anybody’s eyes. If the Longbottoms heard about their acquaintance, Augusta knew they wouldn’t be extremely upset with her. They weren’t a biased family. Not as much as the Potters and Weasleys. Being a pureblood family, they had quite an open mind. They’d be surprised though. Especially Neville, who wouldn’t mind, but wouldn’t believe it. Augusta herself never could have imagined such a thing. This is had to mean either two things. Landon was special. Or he was going to be one of the biggest risks (and potential mistake) she’d ever made in her life.

Augusta never really took risks. She liked to stay within her comfort zone. You couldn’t really see this because she was currently standing at the top of the mountain range. As a little girl, she’d been taught to think ‘better safe than sorry’. Both her parents weren’t the most impulsive people around. She was used to the slow and steady life. It was her imagination that really got her through each day. At home that was. Hogwarts had more than enough drama. She wondered if it was anything like a muggle high school. She’d had to ask ‘Grandpa’ Weasley about that one. He was the only person who shared her interst of muggle culture. Her childhood was just overall very…easy? She never really had to work for anything. Which made her take certain things for granted. Augusta tried not to do that though, but it was easier said than done. She remembered a vow she made in her second year. Shortly after some Slytherin boy had pushed her into the Lake, that she’d never ever befriend a Slytherin. Ever. She’d been so mad, that she’d forgotten that she was drenched from head to toe. That was her temper for you. She didn’t do anything back though. It wasn’t like Augusta to fight back. And she was too small to actually do something. Being a petite girl when younger made it hard to defend herself. She’d grown into a average sort of height though. But she was all arms and legs. Her relatives like to call her ‘spider’, which she knew wasn’t a compliment.

Augusta laughed a little as Landon seemed to jump. He didn’t seem like the sort of guy who’d do that, which made it more amusing. He must’ve been very unaware of what was going on, probably occupied with his thoughts. Augusta wondered what he was thinking of. But what he said next caught her off guard. She couldn’t help the wider smile that was tugging at her lips. “Oh you wouldn’t.” She exclaimed teasingly. She hoped he was joking. Great. She’d always have to watch her back now. But something about it being Landon who’d scare her…didn’t seem so scary. Well before she realized it was him of course. He didn’t seem at all taken aback by her smooth move of sitting beside him. Augusta was like that. Extremely careless at times. She listened to his apology with a soft expression. “Oh it’s all right. I had to face my fears at some point in time.” She winced a little, having been reminded of how high they were up. She looked down at the ground, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Being at the top of the mountain range and being with Landon were two very overwhelming things. She had to calm down. “And besides it’s a beautiful view.” Augusta said absently, looking straight ahead. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look do-. She looked down. Oh Merlin. “Until you look…down.” She tried not to hyperventilate. She swallowed slowly as she looked down at her hands again. Good lord, why was she so afraid? It wasn’t as if the chunk of land they were sitting upon would crumble beneath them. She felt little. Like a little girl. Augusta smiled nervously at Landon.

She could do this. She knew she could. She wasn’t going to pass out. She wasn’t really the fainting type. More like hyperventilate, and sort of spaz out. But Augusta was actually handling this better than she thought she would. Heights were her worst phobia. It really was. Something about the idea of falling scared her to death. Imagine if she got too close to the edge! Oh the horror. She clutched the fabric of her uniform skirt dearly, and closed her eyes. Big mistake. Something about closing her eyes made her more dizzy. “You probably think I’m being ridiculous.” She said sheepishly as her nerves began to settle down. Something about talking always managed to calm her down. “I haven’t been here in the longest time. I’ll settle down, don’t worry.” She tried to smile again. And it was easier than better. It wasn’t even that forced. Hm. Her self-control was getting a lot better.

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For some reason, Landon was having a difficult time keeping himself in the present. His mind kept skipping right past that and onto the future. He wasn't the type of person to think about the consequences of actions, he very much enjoyed living in the moment. Or he thought he did anyway. He was just beginning to wonder how this friendship, or whatever it was, would actually play out in the grand scheme of things. Would they actually become close? Would Sophia try and talk Augusta out of spending time with him? He could see that happening easily. He and Sophia had never really gotten along all that well. Also, Landon had always been fairly confident that she had a crush on him, which well, would just complicate things if he in fact had one on her best friend. But he was honestly getting way too ahead of himself here. He didn't even know if he had a crush on her. He was still working on the whole friendship thing. He needed to take things one step at a time or he was going to get incredibly overwhelmed by all of it. He couldn't help but wonder what she had thought when she first received his owl. Had she thought he was strange? Had she been happy? Or did she only accept because she felt as though that was the polite thing to do? Landon was generally a confident person who had little to no self-doubt but he was beginning to feel rather self-conscious when it came to Augusta. She was honestly stirring up many feelings which he was unfamiliar with.

He still couldn't quite grasp everything which had transpired between them. How they met had been completely random. Though they were in the same year, they'd never spoken to each other and if she hadn't been friends with Sophia, he probably would have never been able to pick her out in a crowd. But for whatever reason, a non-Quidditch player had been out on the pitch while he suffered from a charlie horse, one which had come out of nowhere. Then they had somehow transitioned from that conversation to one which covered a whole lot of topics, even ones like feeling pressured by parents and their fears. And now here they were, trying to make a friendship between a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin work. It was an unlikely pair. He couldn't think of anyone in his house who socialized with the Puffs. It was a good thing that he didn't particularly care about what his housemates thought of him. He was sure to get some comments from them at some point or another if they ever spotted him with not just any Hufflepuff but a Longbottom at that. He wondered what the Hufflepuffs would think of Augusta hanging out with a Slytherin. Was the hatred mutual between those two houses? Oh brother. That didn't matter right now. Why was he thinking about house rivalries at a time like this? He wondered if she thought that this meeting was a date. He didn't even know if it was one. Could people go on dates up to the mountains? Or did it have to be in a restaurant or something? He really had no clue. He then found himself wondering if she had ever dated anyone.

His cheeks turned a light shade of red when she laughed at him for jumping. Wait, what? He blushed now? What was this girl doing to him? He was acting like a girl. That needed to stop immediately. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd blushed. Hopefully she hadn't noticed. His smile grew wider with hers. "Oh, but I would. I'll get you when you're doing your prefect duties. You know, when your walking down those dark, empty corridors by yourself," he teased. "Would you dock points?" He was sure that she wouldn't actually do that when the time came. But even if she did, he believed that it would still be worth it in the end. He noticed her wincing after his apology. He really felt like a prat. He should have realized that beforehand. He wondered why she hadn't said anything about it when he invited her. "I hear facing your fears every once in a while is healthy," he commented while clasping his hands together. For some reason he was fidgety, yet another feeling he wasn't all that accustomed to. When she commented about the view he replied, "Yeah, it's really beautiful up here. You know how you said that you like the going to the pitch because it's a nice place to collect your thoughts? Well, this is generally where I go." He was already doing that again. Sharing more information about himself than he intended. He chuckled when she looked down. "Then don't look down," he replied simply. It wasn't until then that he noticed she was looking incredibly nervous. He gave her an uncharacteristic look of concern, "Are you going to be okay? We can go somewhere else if you want," he offered. He didn't want her freaking out the whole time.

He could see that she was really having a difficult time with this. The way her hand clenched her skirt and she even closed her eyes. He really had made a mistake inviting her up here. Why hadn't he thought this out better? Damn the school for not letting them go to Hogsmeade that weekend. It would have made everything so much easier. And now he was feeling exceptionally guilty. She probably resented him for making her come up there. He gave a short laugh when she told him not to worry. "It's a little hard not to worry when you look like you're having a fit or something. But I don't think you're being ridiculous. I just feel really horrible for suggesting that we come here," he replied, speaking without thinking once again. She was probably going to think he was strange because he was worried about her although he hardly knew her. It was a good thing she couldn't read his mind because he was sure if she knew half of the things he had thought about her, she'd think he was crazy and run for the hills.

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Anybody who happened to traipse by them would be very confused. Obviously. Augusta Longbottom was standing at the top of the mountain range, accompanied by some Slytherin boy. If it were one of her friends, they’d panic and think he was picking on her or something. Or planning to push her over the edge. It was funny. Finally something interesting to occupy her thoughts. Usually when bored, her mind would go over the things that had nothing to do with herself. And then she’d probably get herself into a bad mood or something. Her friends would never guess why Augusta oddly smiled to herself these days. It was a winsome and embarrassed smile. They could probably tell it was a boy or something. But never Landon Rooney. She hadn’t even told Sophia about him yet. Which was saying something because the two girls were incredibly close. If Sophia did know. Well…that would be an interesting conversation. Had Landon and Sophia ever…consider each other? They were family friends. And her friend wasn’t his biggest fan, however maybe that was because something had happened between the two? Dear god, here she was again, overreacting. Sophia still stumbled on her words around him as well. Had they ever…Shut up, Augusta. It was hard to stop your thoughts. It seemed as if her conscience always had to be against her.

No doubt Augusta had had crushes before. Obviously. Everybody had crushes. But it seemed that as she got older, it was harder to actually be attracted to someone. Which was queer because it happened the opposite way. It was probably because she had set her standards higher. As in for a boyfriend. She never did those thoughtless one night stand stuff. That’s why she never went to parties. They often resulted in somebody regretting something they did. But at parties, nobody seemed to care if you were a pure/half blood. Or even muggle born. Nobody cared which house you were from. Probably because they were all drunk. Augusta stuck to her butterbeer. It was the only bearable drink. She could handle alcohol well. If she realized that of course. If she had one little glass, she’d begin to act a little odd because she knew she had alcohol. Thus thinking she was drunk already. She remembered one childhood incident in which somebody brang her parents a bag of chocolates. It was one of those sweets that contained beer. She’d only been six and found the bag in the cupboard. Her dad wasn’t home, and her mother was working on article for Witch Weekly. She’d ended up drunk on chocolates. And probably ended up with a few cavities as well.

Landon seemed…to turn red? Okay it was the heat. It was a warm day outside. Usually Augusta was the one who flushed. Often actually. She blamed the fact that she wasn’t naturally tanned. She even wished she had more color, then her frequent blushes wouldn’t be so noticeable. Augusta hadn’t managed to turn red yet. Instead quite pale, probably because of the height. When Landon brang up her prefect duties, she laughed shakily. “Oh dear god. I hate doing patrols. They’re actually quite frightening.” Would Landon actually do that? Would he actually stay up late and follow her around to scare her? Aside from actually having a mini heart attack because of that, she’d actually enjoy his company. Augusta usually tried to avoid night patrols. But because she avoided, she was assigned more of them. She wasn’t afraid of the dark. Okay maybe she was a bit. It was just the fact that you couldn’t tell what was coming your way. Things just seemed brighter with light. State the obvious, but it was very true. Her wand didn’t give off enough light to satisfy her, so she carried around a lantern or flashlight. Usually the latter since it was easier to carry around. “You know what? I think I would, since you insist upon it.” Augusta joked. Like she actually would. She had a soft spot for Landon. Even more so than for the first years.

“I hear facing your fears every once in a while is healthy,"

Augusta nodded. It was healthy. She just just a little fearful about a lot of things. She probably had more than fifty phobias. She wasn’t scared of reality though. Her imagination was the only thing that could truly frighten her off. “It is quite healthy. Which is the reason why I’m here.” She smiled reassuringly. One of the reasons why she was here. If it were a friend that’d invited her here, Augusta would’ve politely declined. She was going to be okay. Her state of shock only lasted for few minutes. She looked out towards the landscape. It was really beautiful, and she could understand why he came here. It was a worthy spot if you weren’t such a weak-hearted girl like Augusta. When he told her not to look down she couldn’t help but laugh again. “It’s too tempting. I don’t even know why it’s tempting to scare myself.” She shook her head, as if pitying herself. She did sort of pity herself. Augusta probably looked like a fool right now. This was her though. She was being herself. The flitty, nervous and painfully shy girl she’d tried to get rid of throughout the years.

She appreciated Landon’s other option, but Augusta was not going to give in. She was brave enough to withstand this. Landon still looked guilty. And that made Augusta feel the same way. Well then. Two guilt-ridden students at the top of the mountain range. There was nothing, nothing, more awkward than this. Oh no. She knew what was going to happen now. Landon’s next statement triggered her outbreak of nervous giggles. Why did she laugh at all the wrong places? Really, it was getting annoying. But at least she wasn’t so nervous anymore. “Does it really look like I’m having a fit?” She managed to say soberly after, biting down on her lip, trying to not to laugh again. It was amazing what laughter could do. Maybe it was the best medicine after all. The fact that Landon was so caring about how she felt made her feel even better. “It’s all right. I think I’m better now. Thanks though…I appreciate it.” She finished with a warm smile.

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He wondered how different the reaction of seeing these two together would be between the members of his house and hers. If a Slytherin happened to stumble upon them, they would probably assume that Landon was just trying to bother her or was trying to get something physical out of her. That was about the only time that the separation of houses became invisible to the male members of his house: when it came to getting with girls. Pretty much, they would just assume that he was being an ass of some sort. A Hufflepuff would probably assume he was being one as well. However, the main difference here is that the Slytherins would glorify him because they thought he was being a jerk while the Puffs would probably just think he was a downright horrible person. This train of thought led him back to Sophia. Had Sophia ever said anything to Augusta about him? Had Sophia told her about her crush on him? If that were the case, would that put a damper on whatever was going on between Augusta and himself? He hated that he was thinking like this. Of course it wouldn't. He and Augusta were just friends, right? They weren't heading down a romantic route. Or were they? He really had no idea what they were doing. He only knew that he enjoyed her company. And he thought about her. A lot. But that could just be friendship, right?

It was strange that Landon had never really had a crush before. He was a sixteen year old boy for Merlin's sake. Shouldn't he have experienced some sort of romantic feeling before? Of course he'd looked at a girl and found her physically attractive but his feelings towards the female population had always been rather shallow. And the only time he had acted upon these raw physical attractions had been whenever he was drinking. Though he knew that many called alcohol 'liquid courage' he preferred to call it something more along the lines of 'liquid regret.' Most people would think that he would stop drinking if he had such a horrible view on alcohol but other than the whole making bad decisions part of it, there were many things he enjoyed about the party scene. For one, everyone was so much more relaxed and laidback. Even some of the people he couldn't stand sober were bearable whenever they drank. Also, he felt as though he got even more sociable himself. He knew that Augusta wasn't really into the whole partying thing before she'd even told him. If she had been, he probably would have known her before the other day. He couldn't help but wonder if this difference in their lifestyle would inevitably drive a wedge between them. Why was he constantly thinking about the future when it came to her? And what did it matter if they had different views on partying and/or drinking? He was being ridiculous and he knew it but had a hard time stopping himself.

Landon thought that if someone had ever been daft enough to make him prefect, he would have loved having night duties. He enjoyed walking around the castle at night anyway and to actually have permission to do so would just be the icing on the cake. "Why would you hate doing patrols? I think they'd be a lot of fun." He couldn't think of a good reason why anyone would hate doing those. Well, unless they were scared or something. And there was a good chance that Augusta may be scared for some reason or another. "It doesn't scare you, does it?" he asked, taking a stab in the dark. If she was actually scared, that would make popping out to frighten her all the more amusing. Of course, she probably would have a hard time seeing the humor in it at first. He held up his hands in protest, "What are you talking about? I never insisted upon losing points. Slytherin really needs to win the House Cup this year," he replied, obviously feigning a sense of house pride. He honestly couldn't care less who won the stupid Cup. The only Cup he cared about was Quidditch.

At least she was facing her fears. He couldn't really understand why anyone would be scared of heights but at least she wasn't being completely hindered by her phobia. Landon wasn't really sure that he had anything he was deathly afraid of. He couldn't really think of a fear that had actually stopped him from doing something he wanted to do. "Well good. So now I've made you face your fear of heights. What's next on the list of fears I'll make you confront?" he asked jokingly, trying to get her mind off of how high up they were. Though having her think of another one of her fears may not have been the smoothest move in the world. He probably should have brought up a different subject completely. Something like butterflies and unicorns...just kidding. Landon would never be able to carry on a full conversation about either of those topics. He laughed at her next comment. "So giving yourself a mild heart attack is tempting to you?" he asked teasingly. "It's probably so tempting because you get that adrenaline rush when you look over the edge. I mean I'm not even bothered by heights and I still get it," he added, peeking over the edge himself.

They were both sitting there rather awkwardly. Landon was desperately trying to think of something to say in order to get onto a different topic of conversation but he kept coming up with nothing. Augusta began giggling after he'd told her he'd been worried about her. He couldn't help but smile at her question. "Well, yeah. Kind of. You looked like you were going to stop breathing at any moment," he replied, keeping his tone playful. He nudged her shoulder with his own, "But you look better now," he added. He nodded at her thanks, "Sure thing." Hoping that the interactions between them wouldn't go back to being awkward, he decided to change the conversation a little. "So what do you have planned for the summer? Does your family usually go on vacation and stuff?" he asked conversationally. He wasn't sure why he asked her that, it was just the first question that came to mind.

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Usually, Augusta couldn’t care less about other opinions. Okay, maybe she did. A lot. It was just that…she wanted to be able to please everbody. But the fact that she had friends prevented that from happening. With friends, come people who’ll dislike you quite a bit. That was the way everything seemed to go by. Why did Godric, Rowena, Helga and Salazar even have to create these separate houses? Especially the fact that they put you together with people who shared similar traits. She was a firm believer in the concept ‘opposites attract; likes repel’. In the world, you have to associate with all sorts of people. Not only the ones that you have something in common with. And then with house points came competition. She hated competition. It really did ruin things. When the time came for a Triwizard Tournament, it would be even worse. Well, at least Hogwarts would actually side together on something for once.

Augusta wondered about what Landon thought of her. She wondered if he was interested in befriending a side of her that wasn’t really her. Nope. Surprisingly, the encounter at the Quidditch Pitch was the easiest thing she’d ever done with another Slytherin. She didn’t have to pretend to be angry, strong or mean. She was her shaky, insensible self. She shared perhaps, a little too much information about herself. But so had Landon. For a Slytherin at least. Most of those boys preferred not to share anything. She was glad they were actually here as friends at the moment. Every relationship starts with friendship. Oh Merlin, there she went again. Thinking about the future. They probably wouldn’t even have a future! A girl could dream though, right? She was glad he wasn’t a mind reader. If he knew what she was thinking…she’d probably jump off the cliff itself to not ever face him again.

Augusta still found it a little queer though. She’d found out a little more about Landon Rooney before she came. He went to a lot of parties, and never really…properly dated a girl before. What did they mean by ‘properly’? She hoped he wasn’t…a player or something. Augusta would feel downright sorry for herself then. She hated being used. And didn’t handle it well on most occasions. But looking at him then, Augusta didn’t see a horrible fellow. Just a typical teenage boy. She was full of flaws as well. So it was definitely not the time to be hypocritical. She didn’t not enjoy parties. If that made any sense. She liked them well enough. It was a great place to socialize, but also a great place to make a complete fool of yourself. Augusta had pride alright. And did not want it abused or anything. Firewhiskey once in a while was…okay. Truth was that she was going to more and more of those sort of situations. More than fifth year at least. It was her second last year at Hogwarts. Why not be a little reckless.

"Why would you hate doing patrols? I think they'd be a lot of fun. It doesn't scare you, does it?"

Augusta turned a bit red. Most people liked walking around in the dark. But not she. She was a person who liked to sleep. She was no insomniac…well, not nowadays at least. The school year was coming to an end. Everything was settling down now. “Well yeah. I am sort of scared of the dark you see. Like, there are all these creepy paintings and statues around the castle. Sort of…eerie. Especially at night time.” She marveled at how blatantly honest she could be around him. He was probably too much of a gentleman to mock her, well seriously at least. She chuckled when he mentioned the House Cup. Augusta didn’t even know which House was leading. Which was a little problematic because she was a prefect. But then again she deducted points. How on earth could she keep track of the numbers? “Thank for this lovely opportunity, Landon.” She managed to say sincerely and teasingly. “Hmm…drowning. But I’m afraid I won’t let you give me a near death experience.” It was true that she was scared of swimming. Pools were okay. Just lakes and oceans. She loved the beach though, which made really no sense. She just liked to have a solid ground beneath her. Shallow waters she could take on. Depth was frightening however.

“Yeah…it is sort of fun…being scared I mean. Exciting. Sort of.” Augusta laughed a little. Well, she was doing quite well. His shoulder brushed against hers after her little fit of giggles. Augusta could feel her heart pounding a bit. Yes, she’d been physically close to other guys before. But something about Landon made it seem as if more…important? She really needed to stop thinking. She nudged him back, smiling widely. “Yes of course. I wonder if one could actually forget to breathe.” She remarked thoughtfully. He asked about her summer next. Why had he asked her that? Augusta ignored the possibilities her mind offered and answered the question. “Hmm, I usually just spend it at home. That itself is a vacation, really. Just meandering through old trails, roads, you know. I live around the countryside, so it’s a pretty picturesque place. But of course, there’ll be weekends in which we’ll go to other parts of Europe.” Augusta loved going home. She knew that ‘home is where the heart is’. But she’d lived in Dorset for so long that…it was home. Nowhere else could own up to the title. “How about you?” She asked curiously.

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Landon would have loved to believe that his reputation or that others perception of him mattered little to him but he knew that was far from the truth. He had been raised practically from infancy to believe that he had an image to uphold, a reputation to maintain, and so on and so forth. The Rooney name wasn't one of the most prestigious names out there, especially when in comparison with someone like the Malfoy family, but his parents were incessentaly attempting to climb that social ladder. It was of little consequence to him but he wasn't one to disobey his parents when they asked him to schmooze with some higher-up or make sure he didn't somehow manage to smear the family name by conversing with Muggleborns on a regular basis or some other miniscule action his parents would deem inappropriate. Despite how ridiculous his parents desires might be, it wasn't all that unusual among the Pureblood families of the wizarding world. If anything, it was ordinary. Well, except for the few who didn't sit well with the idea of Pureblood Supremacy, such as the Longbottom family.

Though everyone enjoyed giving the Pureblood Slytherins a bunch of shit for being snobs, elitists, and judgmental individuals, Landon felt as though they got the short end of the stick. Sure, there had been members of the house who had done wrong but every house had their bad eggs. And for them to judge someone solely based on their house and bloodline was just as wrong as anything the Slytherins did. Everyone judged everyone, whether it was conscious or not. Maybe that had been an underlying reason behind the way he felt about Augusta. Though she had known him to be a Slytherin, and probably a Supremacist if Sophia had told her anything about his family, she had still worried about him being hurt and talked to him as though there was no difference in the colors of their robes. Of course, there had been moments when she'd almost seemed frightened of him. He wasn't sure why. He didn't really think he was all that scary but he had been told by a handful of people that he could be intimidating, which was just a strange thought in itself.

There had been moments since the last time he had seen her that he'd thought about trying to find out more about Augusta. But those silly wishes disappeared quickly when he realized that he had no safe way of acquiring any sort of information. It was highly unlikely that any of his housemates would have known anything about her and even if they had, they probably wouldn't have said anything nice given that she was a Longbottom Hufflepuff. Besides, they would probably have found a quick way to muck up whatever was going on between Landon and Augusta; Puffs and Slytherins just weren't supposed to get along. And they especially weren't allowed to date. There he went again; jumping way too ahead of himself. He also could hardly go and ask Sophia. Firstly, that would require more than an incoherent stammer coupled with a massive amount of blushing. Secondly, he doubted that she would be a fan of the two being friends or whatever they were. Either because of her crush on him or because she just thought he was bad news, especially for her best friend. So he'd been left in the dark, holding onto only the information he had been given in their first encounter.

Landon watched her with interest as her cheeks began to burn red. Normally he wasn't a fan of girls blushing but for some reason he was enjoying the fact that he was capable of making a girl like Augusta blush. He couldn't help but chuckle when she confessed to being scared of the dark. She certainly was scared of quite a few things. "So you're scared of the dark too, eh? You just keep on giving me ammunition," he teased, laughing quietly. "So now I know that during the night patrol, maybe on the third floor where there's that really creepy statue of a mangy looking witch and just pop out and scare the living crap out of ya," he told her, raising a single eyebrow playfully. Of course he couldn't do that now that he'd told her but he hoped she'd be suspicious and paranoid everytime she went by the area. He laughed at her thanks, "Oh yeah, anytime you want to be scared just come to me. I'm already starting a list of all the fun places I can take you," he replied just as teasingly. He would honestly probably never take her somewhere like this again. He was still feeling guilty about it, even if they were joking about it now. "Well, I guess most people would be scared of drowning. I'm not trying to kill you or anything though so I may just have to let that one slide," he replied. "I can remember when I was younger and my mum had told me that was the most peaceful way to die. I thought she was absolutely bonkers. Who in the world would be able to honestly say if a death was peaceful or not? Wouldn't they be dead?" he rambled, once again catching himself by surprise as he began telling stories from his childhood. He never did that.

He smiled at her words. She was doing well with her fear, she wasn't shaking anymore, that was a good sign. "I'm glad you're laughing now. Much better than that panic attack you were having earlier," he joked, giving her a slight smirk. As their shoulders touched, their proximity was all Landon could think about for a moment. His stomach had this weird lurching feeling, one which he couldn't identify easily. It was similar to the feeling he got when he dove quickly on his broom during a match. There really was something different about Augusta; she was making him experience all different kinds of foreign feelings. He couldn't help but wonder if he had the same effect on her. But he could hardly ask her that. He shrugged his shoulders at her question, "Probably not. Even if you somehow forgot I don't think your body is really capable of forgetting. That would be horrifying though," he added as an afterthought. He smiled during her description of home. "Sounds beautiful. It's always fun to go back to a place that holds nostalgic memories from your childhood. Does Sophia come and visit you a lot?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation going. He also wanted to know if he needed to worry about Sophia saying wretched things about him all summer. He didn't need her working against him for three months. "I have no idea what we'll be doing. My parents were talking about going up to the Scandanavian countries. I'm not sure why though, I don't think we know anyone over there. I'll probably just be spending my time at home," he replied, sounding much less excited about the holidays than Augusta. Home wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy place for him.

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