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Judging by his blank facial expression, it was obvious to see that Zeke couldn’t remember any of the things she mentioned. ‘Aham’, she said with a small nod, answering his first question. Mental sigh. Now even Zeke knew they had met before. At least she wouldn’t have to explain anything to him...
WRONG.
In the next moment, she heard Zeke ask another question. This was NOT happening.
Gwen stared at the ground for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. Go away? That would make things even more awkward. Stay and explain everything very shortly: they never used to be friends. Ugh. That didn’t really sound like a good plan. Think. Think...
‘Well...I-‘ Nonono. No subjective things. Keep things objective. Yes. That was a good idea. And try not to say ‘hate you’, Gwen told herself. ‘I don’t really know what to tell you’ Finee. That was a normal start. If anything could be called ‘normal’ in this conversation. What could she even say, anyway? She hadn’t know him that well. ‘I suppose you could say you were pretty much like all the Gryffindors’ That line sounded better in her head than out loud. Umm... go on, the sixth year told herself, trying to figure out what to say to fill the silence.
Hmmm.
She was under no circumstances going to characterize Zeke. Not now. Not ever. That was way too weird. What could she say, anyway? And what else did he want to know- how they met... ‘Umm...we met at the end of term feast. Third year’ End of story? Gwen hoped he wouldn’t ask for more information.
He listened intently as Gwen told him about...stuff. He waited eagerly for some information he'd been longing to hear about his past. But er, there was not that much. Maybe she didn't know him that well? Zeke restrained his frustration to the briefness of what she just said. HE WANTED TO HEAR MORE. NEEDED. Desperately longed.
So he sat up straight, looked at her again.
"Isn't there....more that you could tell me? Not that I'm forcing you. But I've just been lost lately. I need someone to help me find my way back to being me." Whoever he was before.
Zeke stood up, walked to the spot beside Gwen and sat back down. What's up with him? Slowly, without even asking for permission, he leaned his head towards her shoulder despite the obvious cold shoulder she's been giving him the whole time, aside from the constant confusion in her. Rude girl. But really, what's up with you, Zeke?