Prompt: Baboon

Sorry for the wait.

Rose was sitting next to me, her head buried in a textbook, when I saw Lysander for the first time since the beginning of the school year. I, of course, didn't confront him, instead choosing to bury my head in my own textbook and start scribbling something about baboon blood.

"Lucy," Lysander said.

I looked up. "Oh, hi. It's been a while since I saw you." I promptly stuck my head back into my textbook.

"Awkward much?" Rose asked. She stood up. "Well, I'm off to the common room. Scorpius' practice is ending soon, and I promised to tutor him in potions. See you guys later."

"Bye, Rose," I said.

Lysander took her seat as soon as she was gone."I've missed you, Lucy," he said. "It seems like you've never been around."

"Well, you know me, busy as a bee. Buzz." Buzz? Why did I just say buzz? I'm not even five feet tall yet—how could all of this awkwardness be held inside one short eleven year old?

He laughed. "Sure, Luce. Anyway, I'll probably see you around."

"Ly!" Someone called. "Are you in here?"

"Shush," Madame Crass, the librarian, shouted. I wondered if that had defeated the point.

"Over here, Martha!" Ly called back, completely ignoring Madame Crass.

A pretty girl walked up. "Hi," she said, smiling at me.

"Hi," I replied. "I'm Lucy."

"This is Martha," Lysander said. "My girlfriend."

Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too. What are you working on?"

"An essay about the healing properties of baboon's blood," I said.

"Really? Oh, I find that so fascinating. I would offer to help, but I doubt you would appreciate it. If you do need anything, come find me."

She was nice too. Ly led her out, completely forgetting to say goodbye to me. I stood up. Rose probably wasn't too busy, and she was in Ly's year. She would know about this Martha character.

Rose was playing chess with her best mate, Scorpius, in the Ravenclaw common room when I entered. I sat down next to her. "Can I talk to you?"

"Sure," she said. She was concentrating, though it looked like there was no way she could come back.

"Alone?" I pressed.

"Checkmate," Scorpius said.

"Fine," Rose sighed. She stood up and smiled down at Scorpius. "I'll be right back out."

He nodded, resetting the board. "Best three-fifty out of five hundred?"

"I hate you."

"Hate you more."

"Hate you most."

"I honestly don't see how your friendship survives, Rose."

She shrugged. "We love each other. We just like arguing. Now, what did you need to ask me about?"

"Did you know that Lysander has a girlfriend."

"Yeah, of course. Martha. She's nice. Why?" Then she looked at my face. "Oh. Don't worry, Lucy, it won't last for long. He's thirteen. And anyway, you should wait until you're older—remember, he'll leave school two years before you."

"How do you know it won't last?" I asked.

"Because he's thirteen. Trust me, Luce."

Trust her. I trusted Rose. And I trusted Lysander.