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Felixir · 01-08-2011, 04:34 PM

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Originally Posted by imaginarynumb3rs

His question made her stubborn expression fade, eyebrows lifting, jaw relaxing, mouth opening. The Hufflepuff stood there, absolutely helpless. Not because she didn't have an answer, but because she had too many answers, some concrete, others abstract in ways she couldn't even bring into words. They were bursting, filling up her stomach and throat and mouth and head, and she did not know how to let them out. If he could, could just see inside, just for one minute, he would understand. But that was impossible.

And so, pathetically silent, she sat down, face hanging, broken. Cedric Diggory grinned at her across the room. He looked like Jake, and Wesley looked away.

Inexplicably, then, as several moments had passed, the girl reached over. She picked up one of the older boy's hands, giant in her two small ones, and lifted it towards the left of his chest. "This," she said simply, referring to the spot where she was sure he could feel the inside drum, rhythm pounding out softly.

"You have a good heart."

Had he done something wrong? Jake was worried again, that somehow he'd done something terribly terribly wrong.

But then, when Jake had given up hope for an answer (because when he waited that long, he always felt physically unable to talk), Wesley moved. Jake watched her pick up his hand, and he glanced up at her when she placed it over his heart.

"I..." he started, protest dying on his lips. He wanted so badly to protest, not wanting to say there was anything at ALL good about him, because he denied it so forcefully all the time.

But this time he was stumped. Well... he would have pointed out how the heart was just an organ which pumped blood, and his mind was where his figurative heart was... but something told him not to.

Realising he'd been staring straight at Wesley since he'd glanced up at her, Jake didn't look away. He smiled, and placed his other hand on top of hers, if only to feel like there was something or, better yet, someONE to cling onto in this mess of a world. "Seeing the good in everyone," he said quietly. "Is a rare gift. You have that."

And, keeping the smile, Jake added, "Thank you."

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