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Violet could feel her heart beat slowing down a little bit, she was starting to calm down, very slowly, but surely to the point where she could at least feel a little bit comfortable around him, for the time being. But there was still that awkward tension where neither one of them were speaking more than a couple of phrases to each other. This was clearly going to be a lot more difficult than she thought, but all she wanted in the end was there to be no more quarrels or awkwardness between them.
She was still trying though to keep up a conversation with him, so that there wouldn't be this terribly awkward silence. Violet took a breath and was about to ask him about what made him choose a Prince out a fairy tale for his outfit and tell him that she liked it, although she had no idea what fairy tale he was from. She had to admit though, he did look very charming in it, almost as if he were her prince coming for her to sweep her off her feet and ride off into that wonderful sunset. But of course such things weren't so easy, for that was nothing but a distant dream.
Before she could compliment him, he had caught her completely off guard when he suddenly burst out of nowhere asking if they were okay. Why would he ask her such a question when they had barely even said more than a few words to one another. Violet knew that he must've known that things weren't alright, at least not right now, they both knew that it was going to take time for them to be completely alright.
But she did notice that after he had said that there was a look of panic on his face, which Violet figured out immediately that clearly he didn't mean to say that. That it was just something to fill the space where nothing was being said. And that phrase was quickly followed by an almost immediate apology which Violet gave him a small smile and reached out a hand touching his arm softly. Then in a friendly way she whispered,"..It's alright..."
Violet then left her hand on his arm for a few moments but then felt really awkward and said,"Umm..Sorry.." then she slowly pulled her hand back. She fiddled with her fan again and looked down at it. 'Violet, you have got to say something, this is getting nowhere..' Violet cleared her throat and said,"So...um...I like your outfit..." Violet smiled at him lightly and then said,"Who are you supposed to be?" She figured that was an at least innocent conversation to start.
As the pair of..... whatever their relationship was at that point...... stood there soaking in the horror of the silence, he realized that this was not as easy as Selina had made it out to be. He knew from the very beginning that it was going to be incredibly difficult, and that things wouldn't be solved so easily, but they'd attempted to solve their problems, none the less. Couples danced around them, friends laughed and joked, and they stood still. There seemed to be no sound, everyone else was blocked out. But unlike a half of a year ago, this wasn't anything romantic. It was scary and it was sad. It felt like colour was draining from the party, and time was at a stand still. It might as well have been, nothing was happening anyway.
This was a bad idea.
After nervously glancing around the whole room in utter concentration for what felt like a year or so, Christopher heard her mutter a statement of forgiveness for the awkward statement he'd made. Unfortunately, as much as he wished it could have been, it was not for the entire break up- that would take a lot of time. Maybe weeks. Maybe months. Maybe years. Who knew at this point?
And suddenly, out of the corner of his eye as he'd continued to nervously look at everything and everyone BUT Violet, he saw her reach out over the rather large space between them and touch his arm for a minute. His reaction was instinctive, but in retrospect seemed harsh, and probably could have hurt her. But he couldn't have helped it if he wanted to, it was automatically what his brain yelled at him to do.
A Quick Recap of A Veela's Touch Upon a Frightened Boy:
A girl and a boy stood in the middle of a crowded room. Her hand was cold, and it was the first time they'd touched in six months. It burned him like fire. He whipped his hand back, and after staring with his mouth slightly ajar in shock, he became incredibly fascinated with the state of his shoes and the floor space surrounding them.
More time passed. More silence settled between them. It was eventually broken by a compliment and a question. The girl was the one who had spoken.
"Thanks," he said with a blush, his eyes still fixated on the floor.
"I think I'm supposed to be Prince Philip. He's from an old Muggle Disney movie, if you've ever seen them, or even know what they are. It's not very British, but Selina made me wear it." It made him incredibly uncomfortable to even talk about Muggle things or people around Violet after she'd called him the
M-word, even if she'd been under the influence of hate potion. It didn't make you just spurt out random insults. It made you say the things you really felt without caring. They were both incredibly guilty and were equally at fault.
And all the while, he looked like a fool. Violet was most likely mocking him in her head and just bringing it up to start conversation, because he'd been laughed at quite a lot for costume- especially the tights. He needed to stop taking advice from Selina all of the time. He loved her and she loved him as much as any pair of teenage siblings could, but she made him look like a total fool sometimes.