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astrocat · 02-20-2024, 08:50 PM

SPOILER!!: Winifred

It was hard to separate Brandon from his close friends Xander and Evy (sometimes affectionately referred to as the golden trio). If he wasn't hanging out with his boyfriend, he was hanging out with Evy, and often he was hanging out with both. Otherwise, he was alone, or having a private conversation in an out of the way place. He wasn't too sociable lately, and he wasn't the easiest to find.

Today was one of the rare days he was out and about by himself. Evy was with another friend, and Xander had gone shopping on an errand that Brandon was NOT allowed to join because it was a present. So here he was, alone in Hogsmeade. He had some things he wanted to pick up, and some sights he wanted to see, but he was pretty hungry and he thought he should probably eat first.

Brandon stepped quietly into the Three Broomsticks, looking around for a table. He thought he might want some fish and chips- where was he going to sit- Oh, there was his friend Winifred! He considered her a friend, at least, given that he'd liked speaking to her and that she'd seemed to understand him. He didn't necessarily expect her to think of him as a friend, though.

After buying himself some food and a soda, he approached the older Ravenclaw. "Mind if I sit here?," he asked with a smile. His smile was neither wide nor entirely happy, and his eyes were a bit distant-looking- or intense- not smiley, certainly, but he was genuinely pleased to see her. "Or is this seat taken?"

02-20-2024, 08:50 PM	#58 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,139 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brandon Fox Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Third Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: Winifred Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Though it was her second year of being at Hogwarts, Winifred still wasn't used to it. The cleithrophobia she'd experienced intensely during her first term had settled slight, but it still lingered, threatening to rise into her throat and choke her if she let her guard down. Seeing her family settle in had helped a lot, though - it was easier to relax if she knew they were happy, even if she would never stop worrying. Not completely. And forming (albeit tentative) friendships herself had helped the oldest Grimaldi child. As each day passed she tried to lean into them, but lingering at the back of her mind was always the idea that people wouldn't like her if she wasn't, you know, the Babysitter. It was a horrible feeling, and no doubt her therapist would want to talk about it. So Winifred didn't mention it during their sessions. With the smile that had graced the lens of more than a few paparazzi (and no doubt frustrated them - the diplomatic nature with which she carried herself was not exactly tabloid fodder), the sixth year ordered a butterbeer at the bar and then carried it to a corner booth. Her shopping bags rested at her feet, containing treats for her family, and giving her an excuse to get out an just be. There was something so freeing about walking the streets alone - even if she wasn't technically alone-alone, given the number of other students. And now she was done, she sort of hoped a family member or friend would join her, because she was sort of over her own company. It was hard to separate Brandon from his close friends Xander and Evy (sometimes affectionately referred to as the golden trio). If he wasn't hanging out with his boyfriend, he was hanging out with Evy, and often he was hanging out with both. Otherwise, he was alone, or having a private conversation in an out of the way place. He wasn't too sociable lately, and he wasn't the easiest to find. Today was one of the rare days he was out and about by himself. Evy was with another friend, and Xander had gone shopping on an errand that Brandon was NOT allowed to join because it was a present. So here he was, alone in Hogsmeade. He had some things he wanted to pick up, and some sights he wanted to see, but he was pretty hungry and he thought he should probably eat first. Brandon stepped quietly into the Three Broomsticks, looking around for a table. He thought he might want some fish and chips- where was he going to sit- Oh, there was his friend Winifred! He considered her a friend, at least, given that he'd liked speaking to her and that she'd seemed to understand him. He didn't necessarily expect her to think of him as a friend, though. After buying himself some food and a soda, he approached the older Ravenclaw. "Mind if I sit here?," he asked with a smile. His smile was neither wide nor entirely happy, and his eyes were a bit distant-looking- or intense- not smiley, certainly, but he was genuinely pleased to see her. "Or is this seat taken?"