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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 13, 2008 11:58:03 GMT -5
Under the table as she was, Felicity could tell Drew wasn't happy. The tone of his voice was more than evidence ridden that he wasn't pleased, and she was sure the look on his face told the same to anyone who glanced in his direction. Felicity had become slightly more comfortable with using a wand since the incident, but she was still careful to not be in direct line of another who was practicing. In fact, she was rather fond that Defense Against the Dark Arts was no longer taking place as Felicity hadn't liked that class, especially the practicals.
Curling further into Drew, not that there was much room to get any closer than she was, her face remained buried against his thigh, but her eyes stayed wide open watching the movements from across the span of the table. When he'd visibly stood, the blonde let go of Drew long enough to shove herself further back under the bench uncomfortably and cling to his hand instead as she found herself too far away to grab at his leg.
Henry had moved away, closer to the doors that led out the Great Hall, but she remained where she was, not bothering to resurface just yet.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 13, 2008 21:47:57 GMT -5
Drew really wasn't concerned about the Gryffindor boy's feelings at that moment. For the Ravenclaw, the only thing that mattered was the girl hiding under the table. Even so, he knew Henry felt bad. Henry's ability to leave the Great Hall on his own power evidenced that. But feeling bad still didn't excuse the boy's inconsiderate behavior.
As Henry made his quick escape and Felicity managed to squeeze herself even farther from where the other boy had been sitting, Drew laid his forehead on the table, looking towards Felicity and speaking softly. "He's gone. Are you going to come up... or can I come down?" If she chose neither option, he'd deal with it, but he was hoping for one or the other.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 13, 2008 23:39:19 GMT -5
Hearing the softness of Drew's voice, Felicity's light brown eyes traveled upwards to meet his gaze. A worried expression was on her face and she began to immediately shake her head in answer. There was no way she was resurfacing just yet, she was content with just staying where she was, out of harms way for other than a few kicks when people sat down. But when he suggested that he might join her, her quick shakes turned into slow and gentle nods.
"Please?" she asked softly, knowing he would since he offered, and she tugged at his arm lightly, unwilling to unwrap her own from around it unless he told her to. The Prefect was far more comfortable under the table than at it and she wasn't willing to compromise the feeling of safety, even if she did feel ten times more safe in Drew's arms than anywhere else.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 14, 2008 0:34:49 GMT -5
"Okay, I'm coming," he told her, wondering if he'd ever get her out from under the table. For a few months now, he had been worried she wouldn't make it to the End of the Year Feast, having difficulty entering the Great Hall for formal feasts since the invasion. He wasn't going to miss his last feast at school and he wanted her there more than anything else.
And now this. Friggin' arrogant wizards waving their wands in other people's business. It was either a sign of improper upbringing, or of Muggle born misunderstanding. Drew was tolerant of those unfamiliar with Wizarding etiquette, but a sixth year just couldn't claim ignorance any more.
Yes, he was feeling a little selfish, concerned that his girlfriend would not be there at his last feast, but he was first and foremost worried about Felicity's state of mind. A distant third on his list of concerns this morning was his stomach and when Felicity let him go enough so that he could move, he carefully placed a pitcher of juice and a plate of eggs and sausages on the seat next to him before sliding under the table next to her.
He settled in with his back against the bench and wrapped his arms around her without even asking first, feeling instinctively that it was what he needed to do. If he was wrong, he would know and back off.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 14, 2008 13:13:35 GMT -5
Barely releasing his arm from her grasp, Felicity scooched aside just enough to allow him to have a little more room to join her as he moved around, settling himself down. Her eyes watched as the food was placed on the bench, her own appetite gone at the moment, but as soon as he climbed under, Felicity was right at his side. When Drew put his arms around her, she buried her face in the space at the crook of his neck. Being in his arms was one of the safest feeling places, it was warm and comforting.
Still shaking a little from fright, Felicity sank against him. This wasn't how she was supposed to be feeling, not when she was making so much progress with the whole thing. And in the Great Hall of all places, not in the corridors or the common room, but the Great Hall where it all happened a little over a year before. It wasn't right.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled miserably against him. This wasn't supposed to be happening, she was supposed to be better, be able to be all right with something so stupid.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 14, 2008 23:58:45 GMT -5
"Don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault," Drew told her, internally cursing at Henry again. He knew better than to say any of those words out loud in front of Felicity, but that didn't stop him any from thinking them.
She was still wet, but he doubted her shivering was from the cold. He held her tighter, just wishing she'd feel better, though he knew that was a pretty tall order.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, not sure what to say if she did. Of course, if she didn't, he wouldn't push it. He had learned his lesson about that one too.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 15, 2008 0:57:09 GMT -5
"But I am..." she answered. The blonde was sorry about ruining his breakfast, about ruining Henry's breakfast, about interrupting the two of them, about being so afraid of everything that she was afraid of, for everything. When Drew pulled her a little closer, she tightened her arms around him, burying her face further into him, now only breathing him in and nothing else. It was calming, possibly a little odd to someone else, but she enjoyed his scent.
But then she thought about his question. At first she didn't want to talk about it, she hadn't since that day, but then again, she hadn't ever talked about it. However, she hadn't really talked to drew about it either, no one.
"Yes." One little word, barely croaked above the slight noise of the room, but she wanted to.
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Post by Tristan Howard on Aug 15, 2008 22:27:02 GMT -5
It was the morning. Worse time to be. Tristan had walked into the Great Hall with his pajama pants on and a white t-shirt, with his blond hair all messed up like bed-hair. As he walked inside the Great Hall. He noticed Henry over at the table, then left. Not sure if he still liked him as a friend or not. He knew last 1 or 2 months ago, that Henry and Tristan had got into a little mishap, Tristan was actually calming down the last 2 weeks, like actually going back to the old Tristan as some people have noticed, it was mainly about the project failure. But, any who, he walked in and walk towards where he was sitting. Half-asleep almost, he automatically thought that was where the Gryffindor table was.
"Wait, where am I?" he asked himself in a deep voice, more like his tired-just-woke-up-voice. not big, just a little mishap. But, truthfully Tristan's "new attitude" had stopped the last two weeks. So, hopefully they recognized it 2 weeks ago.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 16, 2008 0:48:29 GMT -5
Her answer actually surprised him. For over a year Drew had only gotten bits and pieces of what happened, what she was thinking about the incident. He would ask her every so often, but he had learned not to push. As always, he hoped she would say yes to talking, but it wasn't until right then that she quietly agreed.
"So what do you want to tell me?" he asked, not exactly sure where to start. While he had so many questions, he just wasn't sure which to ask or when to ask them.
But before she had a chance to answer, another familiar voice entered the picture and Drew was starting to wonder if he had been the one to sit at the wrong table. He usually enjoyed the company of Gryffindors, but Tristan's timing couldn't have been worse. Drew was certain that there was no way Felicity would talk to him now. Holding his girlfriend tighter, he sighed into her, not even sure if Tristan knew they were under the table.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 16, 2008 23:52:35 GMT -5
What did she want to tell him? What wasn't there to tell? He hadn't been there, he didn't know what happened, though she knew he really did, but she also knew he refused to listen to most of it unless she told him something, it seemed only then that he acknowledged that it was true. Keeping her face against the warmth of him, Felicity shuddered slightly, wishing to forget but knowing she couldn't. The nightmare's ceased for the most part, though they had returned slightly at the turn of January, especially when she'd been told she couldn't go home.
Barely parting her lips to answer him, she heard another voice; almost like a saving grace Tristan's voice called out and Felicity jerked, but wasn't quick enough to escape the tight hold Drew had taken on her. His breath against her sent small chills, good ones, down her spine, but she was rather relieved Tristan's timing seemed to be perfect. She wanted to talk about it, but was afraid to. She wanted to tell Drew everything, her's and Celina's plan, the partial escape, her tokens, everything, but she was afraid to. And there, where it happened, where anyone could hear, it wasn't a good place.
"The Great Hall," the blonde called out in answer, not moving any further from Drew, or out from under the table either.
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Post by Tristan Howard on Aug 17, 2008 15:10:42 GMT -5
"Whoa, I'm at the wrong table," he said getting up from the table. He looked clearly to find he was at the Ravenclaw table. "Oh, that's where I am. Heh, why I come here?" he said as he walked over to the Gryffindor table to grab something to eat. He usually never did that, just go to a random table. Maybe the light hit him and he never really liked it. He know he didn't like the "electricity room" at his house. One thing he didn't like about muggles was the lights. They were too bright.
As he sat down at his table, he started to eat slowly, and fall back asleep, then wake up and eat again.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 25, 2008 1:42:22 GMT -5
Tristan moved on, but Drew knew it didn't really matter. He was almost sure the interuption would change Felicity's mind about talking to him. There wasn't much he could do about it and he knew it. The only option he thought was left was to just hold her. He kept his arms around her, wrapping her in a snug cocoon, and hoping that she'd at least feel safe enough to come out from under the table soon. He thought again of that final feast coming up and prepared himself for the probability that she wouldn't be there.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 25, 2008 20:47:47 GMT -5
It surprised Felicity that Tristan just walked away without saying anymore than he did, or that he didn't look under the table at the two beneath. In a way, Felicity was glad for the interruption, it would've been foolish to just speak about that right there. While she knew she could be awfully foolish at times, she couldn't believe she was nearly that foolish.
As Tristan walked away, she could feel Drew's arms tighten just enough that she couldn't get away if she tried, not that she wanted to.
"Can we talk...?" she began, knowing he wouldn't like talking not right then. "...Some other time? Not now?" Her mouth was close to his ear and she knew he'd hear though she didn't speak above a breath.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 25, 2008 22:37:41 GMT -5
Her first question surprised him. He was sure that she would change her mind about talking after Tristan had come and gone. Sure, under the table wasn't the most private of places, proven by the interuption, but it was still fairly hidden.
Of course, her first question had actually only been the first part of a larger question. He wasn't happy, but he understood and couldn't be upset. At least she hadn't totally shut out the possibility. He nodded into her, kissing the top of her head and smiling as her breath tickled his ear. "When ever you're ready, I'll listen," he answered back.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 26, 2008 0:36:59 GMT -5
Nodding her head, she knew he'd listen. But the problem came in finding the way to talk. Where? When? How? She knew the who, what, and why, but not the other three questions. There was so much to tell him, she needed to tell him everything, but she was slightly afraid. Every time she wanted to tell him everything he didn't understand why she had to tell him, like with the spell she and Celina tried the year before he just didn't understand why she wanted him to know. Even if it was just because she didn't want there to be any secrets, not something like that, he hadn't understood.
But again, this was something she needed to talk to him about. Felicity had promised she would and time was running low to be able to talk with him alone, she had to, before the year ended.
"Later, I promise."
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