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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Heath <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
Heath was already beating himself up for getting Claudine sent to detention, but that withering look sent his emotions into overdrive. He didn’t even bother trying to hide the remorse written all over his face as he looked at her. “Because I got you into trouble,” he said. It was all he could do not to launch into a longwinded apology right then, but he willed himself to wait and gauge just how angry she was first. He knew she wasn’t afraid of detention, but the fact remained that she wouldn’t have one if it hadn’t been for his misguided attempt at chivalry. He wouldn’t blame her if she wanted nothing to do with him after that… yet she was still here with him.
He couldn’t help but notice the uncertainty in her next words. “Positive,” he replied, a look of determination in his eyes, but his expression darkened as his thoughts turned to the headmaster and his erratic behavior in class. “Honestly, the way Headmaster Trent is acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if he snapped both our wands in half if I took mine back…” he mumbled. And he could not allow that to happen, for his own protection as much as Claudine’s! Before he could dwell on the headmaster’s sudden face-heel turn for long, Claudine’s words had him smiling slightly. “I know you will…”
Heath was so busy looking through the cabinet that he barely heard Claudine’s question over the clatter of dishes. “It is,” he confirmed, only looking back at her once he found what he was looking for, “and don’t worry, I didn’t try to do it from memory this time!” He laughed a little, his thoughts turning to the soup he made for her last term. “I looked up a recipe before I got here…”
All Heath could do was stare, at a loss for words, as he caught the words she mumbled. This meant a lot to her… Could that mean he meant a lot to her too? No, he shouldn’t let himself get his hopes up too high; it was only setting himself up for disappointment! “I, uhh… You’re welcome,” he stammered as he picked up his own mug and followed her to the seating area. He set it down with a soft clunk. “That’s an understatement,” he muttered, willing himself not to get caught up in his own feelings of confusion and betrayal at Trent. This was not about him. He was supposed to be the one comforting her, not the other way around!
Blink, blink. Wait… she said this made everything better? He returned her smile, though his eyes reflected some unreadable emotion. Oh, Claudine, now you have some idea how you made thing better for me last term, he thought.
If it were anyone else, Claudine would have lost her patience and snapped at them. But Heath wasn’t just ‘anyone else’. He was sensitive but most of all, he always cared for her. “You didn’t get me into trouble,’’ she tried to reason with him and trying her best to choose her words carefully so as to not hurt him. “Heath… you’re not responsible for me. I make my own decisions. Honestly, I don’t mind being in detention so please don’t blame yourself.’’ Even if detention meant more time in Trent’s presence. So, Claudine was very understanding when Heath mentioned the Headmaster possibly snapping his wand. “Yes, he’s gotten crabbier.” And while that bothered her, she didn’t care to really talk of the man right now.
Okay, was she done being awkward? Maybe.
Claudine settled back into her seat, feeling her mood improving a considerable deal. The latte was so good that it took every ounce of her strength to not down it all in one go. For now, she delved into sips. “I hope your day was at least slightly better than mine.’’ The Slytherin tilted her head questioningly at the boy. |