Jehan could see their distorted reflection inside the crystal ball, their own eyes staring back at them on a rounder, wider version of their face. Beyond that, there was only mist, swirling and whirling against the glass, holding secrets from those who didn’t know how to read them. Including Montparnasse.
In all fairness, he had gotten better over time. All those hours spent at the library, smuggling crystal balls, tea leaves and runes along with them, had not been in vain, Jehan could pride themself on that. The only thing harder to read than the future, however, was Montparnasse himself. He always displayed that confusing mix of indifference and eagerness that kept Jehan wondering if he was actually enjoying that time spent together or just suffering through it. Considering how tense his forehead was at present, Jehan would guessed the latter.
And Montparnasse always avoided frowning at all cost.
“I see,” he whispered hunched over the crystal ball. “I see—I see you.”
Jehan straightened their back, their eyes leaving the mist to look intently at Montparnasse. A little smile was drawing the corner of his lips up. Montparnasse’s glaze flickered from the ball to Jehan, cutting their breathing short. There should be a rule against that, against what attractive people could do with just a glance and a flutter of lashes.
“I see you and me going to the Yule Ball together,” he finally revealed, his flirtatious smile turning almost provocative.
For a second, Jehan’s mind went as blank as their heart went mad. Just for a second. A blissful, wonderful second, before they realised what was going on. Montparnasse was mocking them. Of course he was. Of course he had noticed the looks Jehan gave him! An ice cold hand closed around their heart.
“Stop making fun of me,” they muttered, avoiding Montparnasse’s eyes.