❝she was a beautiful dreamer.
the kind of girl who
kept her head in the clouds,
loved above the S T A R S
and left regret beneath the EARTH
she walked on.❞
he looked comically taken aback. “ EXCUSE ME? ” his tone emerged as if she’d just insulted his trousers or called his hair stupid. he hadn’t meant to appear funny, though to a random passerby, the conversation may have seem more casual than anything else. “ you can’t just wave that off … you fought a TROLL? ”
then she turned the tables on him, asking him a question that he should’ve no doubt prepared for. he didn’t want to lie. he wouldn’t. but he also didn’t want to tell her the truth either. “ i’m sorry. ” he admitted, his expression falling after not having realized how worried she must’ve been. if he had thought for a single second that she would’ve been in any danger, he would’ve gone out of his mind. apparently he’d been wrong. she hadn’t been safe in the common room.
“ i uh … i was with emmeline. and eh … and peter and, ” his voice trailed off as he took a deep breath. he was incredibly tired and he wanted nothing more than to sleep; if not to get some rest, then surely to escape the conversation. “ a bunch of us were having a meeting about what to do about all the attacks. ironic, isn’t it? feels sort of like a message, y’know? BUT I’M ALIVE, so … guess i’m holdin’ up better than i could’ve been. ”
❝ TWO apparently. acromantula’s as well and whatever it is your lot faced. that’s all i’ve gathered so far, dumbledore’s keeping it pretty hush hush while they do some digging around into what happened. ❞
the girl shook her head quickly, gripping his hand firmly now (though not too tight as she still feared to hurt him in any way) ❝hey, no apologizing. you didn’t know what was going on.❞ her brows furrowed as he vaguely explained where he was that evening, his breathing labored as he went through the motions of recounting what happened. his words stuck with her, the mention of a meeting and the subject of said gathering taking a stab at her already delicate soul. though she wanted to press the matter further, his weak disposition took precedence so she bottled up whatever negative emotions might surface and mustered up a soft smile before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss atop his forehead. ❝ nevermind that. you’re alive and i’m damn glad you are. what would i do without you, huh? who’s gonna keep me warm at night or annoy me with stupid quidditch facts? who’s going to keep my ego in check and distract me from rounds? can’t have you disappearing on me just yet.
❞
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