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SPOILER!!: CLaudine <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 
Claudine shook her head, a small grin forming on her face. “That would be rude if you were. But since you’re here making me soup, I figured that you weren’t laughing at me.’’ Heathen was the only one helping her during this time {or the only one she remembered offering to help her feel better} and she hoped she’d remember this tomorrow and all the days that followed. Oh? He wasn’t good at spellwork? “Really?’’ she asked in surprise. “A far as I can remember you were never terrible. But you shouldn’t worry about it. We all have spells that make us want to throw our hands up and scream in frustration.’’ Yes, this was her experience talking. The Slytherin considered the Gryffindor’s plight. “That sounds like me and public speaking. I hate having to do presentations in front of everyone.’’ She shrugged. “I hope you realise that you’re not bad at magic. You just need a bit of a boost in your confidence.’’ Which was a lot harder than one might think but it wasn’t an impossible task.
Yes, she did. Yes, she had to be sorry because Claudine thought that someone as nice as Heathen didn’t deserve to be treated in any bad way. Only thing was, she wasn’t going to tell him this because Claudine was never one to express her emotions outright to another person and she didn’t want him to feel embarrassed if he thought she was pitying him too much.
His response to her question caught her off guard, stopping her mulling. What? He trusted her? Claudine never thought that anyone would want to trust her save family members, William Williamson and someone who was once upon a time her best friend {though at that time, she wasn’t even sure she had ever had a best friend. Memory, you know}. “Oh.’’ Claudine was lost for words and honestly, if she hadn’t been, she was unclear as to what to say. “I won’t, I promise,’’ she replied, hoping that was enough to reassure him and staring at Heath’s chin in surprise but at the same time feeling happy about the revelation. This only led to another question. “Why though? Haven’t you ever noticed that I can be rude and very crude sometimes?’’ Claudine was literally nicer to creatures as opposed to humans.
Heath returned Claudine’s grin with a small one of his own. “Sound reasoning,” he replied, nodding. He was relieved that she didn’t think he was laughing at her. He would never do that! She knew that, right? He would never laugh at anybody; he’d had that happen to him too many times to ever want to do it to anyone else. That was why he hardly ever allowed himself to laugh at anything at all. Then there could be no misunderstandings. “I would never laugh at you.”
Heath was so lost in thought that he almost missed Claudine’s next words. Seriously, what was wrong with him? He hardly ever talked about his family, and he never revealed his insecurities to anyone. Now within the past few minutes, he’d done both. He blinked confusedly. So she didn’t think he was terrible at spells? That was surprising. “That’s probably because I hide it well,” he said quietly. He was good at hiding, or so he thought until just now. Did the storm make him forget how to hide his emotions? Or maybe it made him forget why he had to instead? “The only way I can cast spells in lessons is to pretend to be someone else…”
It was no surprise to Heath that Claudine didn’t like public speaking; he felt the same way about it. “I know. I don’t like it either,” he said. “That sounds completely mad, doesn’t it? An actor who hates public speaking…” He chuckled softly. “... but the two things are more different than you might think. In acting, you usually have a script to stop you from saying the wrong thing, and if you do, it’s the character you play who is judged for it, not yourself.”
Heath smiled at Claudine’s encouragement - that was exactly what his mum told him, but it was a thing easier said than done - and his smile grew when she promised not to judge him. He already knew that, otherwise he would never have told her any of this, but it was still nice to hear. “I know you won’t,” he said. For several agonizing moments, he thought he said the wrong thing by telling Claudine he trusted her until she finally spoke. He thought for a minute, but he could not for the life of him recall seeing her be rude to anyone… though he wasn’t sure if that was because it never happened or because of his deteriorating memory. “Maybe you are,” he conceded, “but you’ve never been rude to me.”
On the contrary, she’d shown him kindness when he needed it most, and she had no idea what that meant to him… and she never would. The more of himself he revealed to her, the more he feared he’d scare her away, not because he didn’t trust her but because that’s what everyone did when they saw the real Heath. They always left. His eyes darted nervously around the room in search of something to change the subject before he said too much. “How’s your cold?” he asked, looking at her with concern.
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