11-13-2017, 02:25 AM
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Shrake
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Louis Bracken Gryffindor Sixth Year x3 x1
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Derf had been trying to keep his mind of things since rehearsal...but that was proving impossible. Certain words continued echoing in his mind and honestly the thought of facing the librarian caused more than knots to form in the third year's stomach. He felt downright nauseous as he had entered the Astronomy classroom and he had half a mind to turn around and head right back out even with his promise to Abey to take extra good notes to share with him later. Derf was a lot of things, but one of them wasn't a promise breaker - Unbreakable Vow not achieved yet aside - so he swallowed his anxiety and lugged his clammy palmed self over towards a vacant seat while just barely registering the different layout of the classroom.
Spotting Natalie, Derf had willingly changed course and sat down beside her, visibly shaken and without some of the twinkle to his bright blues. "...hey," he whispered as he got his things out. Pair work today? Considering the desks were in pairs it made the most sense...and was something that was confirmed not five seconds later as class officially began.
"Partners, yeah?" he said gloomily as he gave her a quick glance while setting his quill out on his desk. "I'll go get our piece of parchment."
In the next instant, the Hufflepuff was rising from his seat to go get said parchment...when his eyes fell on Sam and then his blood ran cold. He KNEW and UNDERSTOOD it wasn't her fault...but there was still a sour taste in his mouth seeing her up and about, smiling and seemingly without a care in the world. But the third year caught himself and his cruel thoughts, because that wasn't right. He shouldn't wish anything ill of the Ravenclaw, ever. He truly admired Sam, for a lot of reasons, but things were just incredibly raw....
...it was just a lot to deal with.
A lot.
Maybe he shouldn't have come to class tonight after all. Even if class was a few hours early...it was still late and dark...and there was something horrible lurking in the corridors of Hogwarts.
So it was with a bit of a blank expression that he retrieved the piece of parchment, returned to his seat, scribbled his name sloppily and somewhat diagonally across the top of the parchment, and passed it to Natalie for her to write her own name.
Natalie had.. heard things. Bad things that had happened a few days ago in the Room of Requirement when everyone was at rehearsal. All she could think about since then was how Derf had been trying to help and protect HER and HE was the one that had been at the rehearsal and had seen it all. Natalie still didn't know all the details, but rumors had been flying, as they do at Hogwarts.
Derf's appearance made her feel worse. But it was a deep, heavy concern that sat on her chest and made her sad and worried and SAD. She knew Derf was not himself. His eyes weren't as blue and his hair wasn't as fluffy. He wasn't Derf.
Natalie nodded at him just as he got up to get the parchment. She stood up quickly to... to what? Hug him? Protect him? What if the parchment was cursed? .... But then she just sat down again, her eyes sad. What was she supposed to do? Her best friend was all.. broken. And she didn't know how to fix him.
She watched him return with the parchment and sit down, watched him write his name and pass it over to her. She watched him for a moment longer, ignoring the parchment between them for the time being. She wanted to TALK to him, but they were in class and it just wasn't the right time. She also wasn't sure he even wanted to talk to her about it. Merlin, shouldn't he be in the hospital wing? Getting care? Like, emotional support?
With a little sigh, Natalie scooted closer to Derf and tightly looped her arm through his and hugged it, leaning her head against his shoulder. Then she finally picked up the quill and wrote her name, quiet the whole time. |
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