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Post by HIMA on Jul 15, 2014 12:51:15 GMT -8
She had been leaving Defence Against the Dark Arts and preparing to go to the library when all of a sudden, a hand grabbed her from behind and yanked her all too familiarly backwards. On inspection, it was Lottie, the cheerful muggle she'd been sort of friends with for the last five years or so.
"Violet, are you gonna watch the game today?" She asked with that same excitement she seemed to have for everything. No doubt her new boyfriend was playing.
"You mean the Quiddich game?"
"Well duh! Your house is playing mine you know! You should at least cheer on your house from time to time, Quiddich is serious business!"
Violetta gave the smaller girl a look in response, and felt faint at the sight of her yellow scarf. She felt a little sick.
By the time she had made it to the library, she sighed.
"Fine. Fine. Have it your way." Her resignation brought on cheers, but Violetta knew it made sense - as a prefect, supporting school events were paramount and it rarely got bigger than Quiddich games.
But she never knew it would lead to her sneaking out in the middle of the night and making it to the infirmary by the flow of her wand - and this, she could happily say, was all Lottie's fault.
Most of the beds were empty, and there were already all sorts of gifts lining the side tables next to Eddie's bed, which made her feel stupid. Yet, she still sat quietly on the visitor's chair, peering at the flesh and bone and wondering why she felt such battering concern in her heart for the foolish boy.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 15, 2014 14:04:46 GMT -8
He kept his eyes shut because there was nothing to pass the time. They lost. He didn't listen when his teammates told him to cool it. Maybe Will had gotten to him. He imagined the light footsteps were only those of the nurse making a quick round. They didn't distract him from groping over his defeat.
But then, he remembered the deep sweetness of her hair, and the scent pulled him to open his eyes and tilt his head. He was surprised she'd come. A part of him was bothered she'd come alone like this. Was she expecting something from him?
"Did you miss me?" he asked, his eyes glancing her up and and down. His easy grin was plastered on his face like a sickness. Even though he wanted to, maybe he shouldn't be getting his hands tied up with a Ravenclaw.
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Post by HIMA on Jul 15, 2014 14:16:45 GMT -8
"If you're talking like that I guess you're fine." She dully replied, having already hidden her gift to him, hidden beside a basket of treats that only seemed to stare her down. Tiny eyes stared at her in bemusement, some at the notes she had taken for him in the classes they shared.
Her fingers rubbed the arches of her eyes. "Please learn some humility and grace, won't you?" Her tone was huffy but she looked scared and hesitant and out of place. Her fingers interlaced with one another, not used to openly disobeying rules.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 15, 2014 14:54:37 GMT -8
The physical pain in his chest was a hard reminder that he wasn't as good as he wanted to be. As she scolded him, he lifted his arms to stretched towards the headboard. He rolled his eyes. Humility? Grace? What was she even doing here? He was glad she had come, but-
"Why do I waste my time bothering with you," he muttered, glancing back up at the ceiling. He wished he could sit up, but the healing magic working on his chest made it hard to move like that. "I lost."
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Post by HIMA on Jul 15, 2014 15:02:38 GMT -8
Her eyes narrowed. Sure she could sympathise - if academic records were anything to compare to his despair over a losing game, Violetta had plenty of sob stories to share - but she was not about to throw a pity party for him.
"So are you done moping?" Alas, she couldn't understand how he could foolishly throw away his wellbeing for a win, but he was even more bizzare than a muggle ever would be.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 15, 2014 15:38:16 GMT -8
Eddie gathered his strength and leaned up. He grunted as sharp sensations pressed into his chest. He used his arms to hold himself steady as his feet slid off the mattress and onto the floor. Beneath the linen vneck, banadges wound around his chest. He wasn't supposed to move a muscle. His head sagged, and he looked down, shame the language of his body. Shadows cast over the room. It was late. Violetta was here with him now. He wished he had something to celebrate.
"No, I'm not," he said with a soft need in his voice. A sullen darkness had edged into his gaze from the pain of sitting up. He reached towards her to grab a fistfull of her purple robes.
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Post by HIMA on Jul 15, 2014 15:45:28 GMT -8
Violetta wanted to stop him from getting up but could only watch as his every movement spurred on nothing but pain, no doubt. She reasoned she would only hurt him more by forcing him back on the bed. Either way, she knew it was her fault, him suffering from even more pain.
When he stood up beside her, Violetta still sat, looking up, her robes hiding her plain nightdress, looking like a deer caught in headlights. She was left even more confused when he grabbed onto her robes, but it sent her heartbeats skyrocketing.
"What do you want?" She frowned slightly, hating the lack of control she had over the situation.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 15, 2014 16:03:57 GMT -8
He had a loose grip on her. It was the most he could manage to close the distance between them. He didn't tug. He just held the fabric, meeting her eyes, leaning forward from the bed. The floor felt cold to his hot feet.
He wanted to smother what shook in her voice still. A red tinge flushed over his face, half from his pain and half from the sound of her voice, but perhaps it was too dark too see.
"I want you to kiss me, to start."
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Post by HIMA on Jul 15, 2014 16:17:43 GMT -8
Immediately she began to fiddle with her fingers nervously, trying to process his words but failing not to feel embarrassed and out of depth. She had never been so close to a boy before, never mind one who she was so sure she hated the guts of.
"W-What makes you say I'll agree to it?" She leaned back unconsciously. "You're not five!"
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 15, 2014 17:28:55 GMT -8
"You're not five, either, and you've done it before..." Eddie retorted, and he thought of letting go when she pulled away, but his fingers didn't. An uneasy breath escaped from her struggle. "Violetta..." His voice was calm, rational, and heavy. A whisper of sleep was intertwined with the syllables of her name. "Isn't it against the rules for you to be here?" Maybe he should clarify why she had come at this odd hour.
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Post by HIMA on Jul 15, 2014 21:25:40 GMT -8
She looked away, somewhat embarrassed, but she had a feeling nothing short of the truth was going go stop him, or maybe she was just really tired. Fatigue always made her weak.
"W-Well... I... Was worried. I saw you fall with my own eyes and it... wasn't very nice to see." Eventually her voice grounded down to a murmur. "Happy?" She bit her lips, unsure what to do.
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 15, 2014 21:44:28 GMT -8
"No.... Why were you worried?" he sighed, tugging for her to take a step closer. He was careful to be gentle. She could have him. He was here. He didn't want her to be nervous. He didn't want her to fidget, though, the way she bit her lip made his voice grow warmer.
"Hey, don't think too hard about it. "
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Post by HIMA on Jul 16, 2014 14:11:14 GMT -8
Her fingers were now lightly clawing at her stomach, as if she could pick up butterflies and force them out, even if she knew they weren't real. Still, she took a step closer, easily falling into his pace. She looked up at him blankly, both confused and still pretty frightful. Her toes wiggled in her boots, as her gaze fell apart and started looking everywhere but here.
"Look." She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to find even a spec of courage within her. "I'm not the kind of girl you're expecting me to be. I'm not going to... to... kiss you or climb in with you into bed or whatever. I'm just not that kind of girl. So stop it. Really."
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Post by Pool Boy on Jul 16, 2014 23:15:00 GMT -8
"Violetta," he said when she finished her nervous thought, "why were you worried?" he breathed. Their faces were inches apart, sharing breath. Her luxurious femininw scent captivated Eddie. Her body truly won him over. He gave her a clever, charming smile. She was his friend. She cared. Who would have guessed the ice queen could melt for him.
Right when she was mid-sentence, a mettle tray clatyered to the ground, and a cup of water spilled across the floor. The Nurse appeared, outraged.
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Post by HIMA on Jul 17, 2014 16:18:47 GMT -8
When am I not worried? She thought to herself. What made it different in this instance was that her worries were directed specifically to someone she wouldn't think of 'liking'. The whole situation was already making her feel deeply uncomfortable, that already known to even him, she supposed, but he showed no sign of actually caring. She felt queasy instead of excited. He looked as if he was ready to eat her, rather than talk to her.
At the sound of the dropped tray, Violetta turned to it, eyes widening in alarm. Without thinking, she was already preparing to jump under the bed so she could at least attempt to avoid capture.
(idk whats happening did the nurse see them or not idk)
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