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mcdnld (mcdnld) wrote in possibilities,
@ 2008-04-14 15:24:00

WHO: Mary MacDonald and Antonin Dolohov.
WHEN: ...in the evening?
WHERE: Outside in the courtyard.
SUMMARY: Antonin takes Mary up on that dare Lily gave her. Or, well, Mary takes it upon herself to do it.
RATING: PG, as far as I know.
WARNINGS: Hmm, none, I don't think.
STATUS: Complete~!

Mary normally wasn't one to be nervous of anything, but for the past almost week (give or take a few days, of course), she was on edge and trying to avoid everyone (mostly males) at all costs. She wasn't a shy person all that often, but she did have her moments, and it wasn't even shyness that was making her not want to leave her dorm for anything besides classes. But Lily just had to dare Mary to do something that she knew was really impossible for her to do, although she was tempted oh-so-much. But Mary knew the consequences that would lie ahead if she did go ahead with the dare and. Merlin, she was thinking too far into this stuff.

It wasn't like Gabriel had mind reading powers, anyway, and Mary didn't tell her older brother everything that went on in her life. Some things she kept to herself, simply because she could and certain things were meant to be kept to herself. Mary was a bit used to temptation by now, because she was a girl with hormones like any other, but she'd gotten used to not giving in and keeping to herself in general. After all, life wasn't all about shagging or snogging or whatever else teenagers did these days. …or was it? Mary didn't know.

As of now, Mary was out of her classes and had her books held close to her chest, like she was warding off every pair of wandering eyes that she could that happened to try and catch a glimpse of anything, covered by her clothes or not. Mary also knew that not every teenage boy in the world wanted to look at her body, but as far as she was concerned, it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, she had neighbours before that were males, and they tried their hand at getting Mary, all until Gabriel showed up and stopped them right in their tracks. What would Mary do without Gabriel? Honestly.

By this point, Mary wouldn't have wasted any time in going back to her dorm and avoiding more people besides like, Lily or Esme, but she was tired of being cooped up. She wanted to feel the Fall breeze through her hair and against her skin, not the stuffy air of the castle. That was why she ended up sliding onto a bench at the courtyard, books not pressed so tightly against her chest, breathing out shallowly from the pace she was walking. Mary must've thought that the faster she walked, the less likely it was for anybody -- much less guys -- to notice her. As far as she knew, no one took notice of her or even tried to stop her to talk, thank Merlin.

Setting her books off to the side of the bench, Mary tilted her head back and closed her eyes, turning her head to the side to notice someone -- Antonin, she thought -- sitting beside her. So far, Mary wasn't worried, so she let out a small sigh and pulled her lower lip into her mouth. Maybe he could be the one she went through with this dare with? Mary didn't see why not; it wasn't like most guys were picky about girls they kissed, so long as they were attractive in some way, right? Mary knew she had the looks, she'd been told countless times, so she didn't think she had to worry about much. First, though, she had to start with small talk, she thought.

"So, how are your classes going so far? The weather? You enjoying it? Looking forward to anything?" Mary asked, her voice quiet in case she decided she didn't want to be heard and then Antonin may not have heard her, or that was what she told herself. Small talk was rarely ever Mary's type of thing, but with what she had in mind, she didn't want to just grab his face and plant one on his lips, since that'd be quite rude of her, she was sure. Mary wasn't even sure if she wanted an answer at all from him still, either. She could be so terribly indecisive when put under pressure (though this was hardly her being put under pressure).

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antibrit
2008-04-15 01:10 am UTC (link)

Antonin was sitting by himself writing down in his favorite little hand notebook about everybody he was observing. He never made it obvious he was studying people, in order to figure out how to better replicate them and their feelings. He was obviously not normal--at least it was obvious to him. Nobody ever seemed to catch on. He was busy writing down something when he felt the bench move as someone sat down but he took no notice, as long as they didn't try and come over and talk to him.

He was into watching a few girls laughing and giggling at something like maniacs and he started to wonder why it was he who was labeled insane. These girls were much less on point. As he wrote he heard the voice of the person sitting next to him, noticing it as a girl's voice and stopped writing to look over at her; he ignored her first question. He hated to talk about classes and how ridiculous the teachers were. He doesn't need to sound out words all the time. He spoke English perfectly well, he just had a very thick accent.

"The weather is fine, and it's nice. I'm not looking forward to--...Do I know you?" he asked, being sort of disturbed by her sudden appearance and want for small talk. He always hated the 'small talk' thing normal people did in order to prevent themselves from feeling awkward around say their ex significant other they ran into while they were on a date with their new significant other who was an old childhood friend of the ex. It never really worked, it was one of the enigmas of society for Antonin.

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mcdnld
2008-04-15 01:39 am UTC (link)

Mary had taken a deep breath when she heard Antonin start to speak, noting how he completely ignored her first question, then she was caught off-guard when he asked if he knew her. Honestly, Mary didn't know many people very well -- she knew of them, but not them as people -- and she thought it was the same for other people, too. Mary was the One With the Overprotective Older Brother, so most people (read: males) normally kept to themselves. Mary's life. If she were to write down all of her problems and woes, Gabriel would be at the top of that list.

"We don't know each other very well, but I know of you. Antonin, right?" Mary asked, simply being polite now, and Antonin probably wanted to be anywhere but talking to her. At least Mary didn't need to feel paranoid around him, like he was looking below her neck or something, but then again, not all males did. Merlin, why was Mary so paranoid? As far as she knew, Antonin wasn't going to up and leave her sitting by herself so that she looked like a right fool, or anything similar to that, so there was nothing to worry about. Yet, at least.

"We also have Defense Against the Dark Arts in common," she added, so that it didn't seem like some sort of stalker, when she was quite far from that. After all, Mary didn't go around and follow people as a hobby; that'd be too creepy, even for herself who didn't find many things strange like that. Mary couldn't think of any other classes she might have seen Antonin in, though, so she assumed that was the only one that they had in common, since she normally had a pretty good memory for things.

Looking away from Antonin, because she'd been looking at him since she sat down, she bit on her lower lip and shifted only slightly out of nervousness on the bench, one of her hands coming out to rest on her books and the other crossed over her chest. For no reason other than what the fuck (now she was even cursing in her mind, too!) was she thinking? As soon as she got back up to the Gryffindor common room, Mary was going to murder Lily, or something similar, because she simply couldn't back down from a dare.

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antibrit
2008-04-17 03:26 am UTC (link)

To be completely honest, Antonin was put off in a bittersweet way that she knew of him and he had no idea of her. It made her more interesting but all the same it made her seem like a stalker. The only person that stalks the night would be him, thank you very much. She cannot do the same, even if she is trying to figure out what kind of shampoo he uses and what he uses to shine his shoes with.

"Yes, Antonin," he said nodding, actually turning to look her in the eye before looking her over suspiciously and returning to hold her gaze. She was a Gryffindor, and as for the history of Hogwarts he was expecting a practical joke because for some reason, English people and different colored insignias just don't make sense. It was a social rule that made him laugh. "Defense Against the Dark Arts?" he asked, thinking for a moment. In all truth, Antonin hated that class. He found it useless since he was taught all his laugh actual dark arts and suddenly he had to know how to defend himself against it. Why is he defending when he's going to be the one winning anyway? But he remembered, dueling for the British didn't involve moving to get away from spells as well as casting them with a wand. Sigh, they were so idle in movement. Like sticks in the mud.

She looked away from him and he noticed her gesture, and it looked like in her mind she was in a far off place, but when she bit her lower lip and put a hand to her chest he started to think maybe she wanted him to notice her. He didn't know why on earth she did, but he looked at her for a lingering moment all the same, thinking. He wasn't that interested in her as of a sexual sense, but he was curious. He returned to his book and scribbled in it, this moment had to be noted.

"So, who are you? And is there something you want?"

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mcdnld
2008-04-21 02:11 am UTC (link)

Alright, Mary was expecting for someone to be really, really upbeat and happy about life, not someone who hardly talked and seemed to hate the world. Or, at least, that was the impression Antonin gave Mary, and it was an uncomfortable feeling. Only because Mary was around people who were talkative and didn't seem so standoffish like Antonin did. It was all a matter of opinion, though, and in Mary's opinion, Antonin seemed like he hated the world and everyone in it. Well, not that Mary enjoyed every single person she came into contact with, either, but that wasn't the point.

Maybe part of the problem was that Antonin was a Slytherin, and everyone knew how they got along (or didn't at all, rather) with Gryffindors. If anything, Mary was expecting Antonin to stand up without another word and probably laugh his way back to the Slytherin common room, but he seemed to be staying put; for now, at least, right? Better than nothing. And it wasn't like Mary was going to go right up to him and snog him, then leave without giving an explanation, though she was almost positive everyone had seen that stupid fuc --- it didn't matter. The dare was nothing, but Mary was following through with it to prove that she could.

"Yeah, Defense Against the Dark Arts," Mary said, but it was mostly to talk, and to keep her nerves calm. Mary was brave, not someone who would back down, and she wouldn't… it was just a matter of getting to know Antonin on some level before she'd lean over and randomly snog him. Or maybe it wouldn't be so random if she explained the situation to him, whether he knew about it or not? Whatever way she decided to go through with it, she doubted it'd be the most pleasant of experiences ever. "Do you like that class? …or, you know, not so much?" she added onto the end of her statement, an eyebrow arching up a little bit.

There were a few moments of silence, and in that time span, Mary noticed Antonin glancing at her and then scribbling something down in a small notebook, but she wouldn't comment on that. Who was she to invade his personal privacy? Except… okay, she would want to know if he was writing about her, but he would do it regardless of if she mentioned it or not, wouldn't he? Mary was almost positive that he would. Okay, Merlin, Mary was thinking about things that didn't even matter now! It seemed that Mary did that a lot lately when around the opposite sex, although it wasn't all that much recently.

Antonin's questions caught Mary off-guard, but she quickly recovered herself and smiled over at him, trying to not be as tense as she appeared to be getting by the second. "I'm Mary MacDonald," she answered, then shrugged a shoulder at the second part of his question. Surely, Mary wasn't stupid enough to say I came over here to snog you to get a dare over and done with so that I can say I did it, because that would be simply foolish. So, she finished off with a simple, "Just getting to know people better," with another smile offered afterward.

One thing that Mary noticed was Antonin's accent, so she shifted on the bench so that one of her legs was tucked underneath herself, sitting upright and tried to look like she wasn't nervous, though she was, for reasons that flew over her head. "Your accent is different," Mary started out with, also keeping that as simple as possible, continuing on with, "where are you from?" while hoping for the best. She could just see Antonin flipping out at her for one reason or another; maybe Mary was bothering him? Maybe she interrupted his Quiet Time? His Personal Time? Maybe Mary was unwanted company right now? There were a million reasons Mary could come up with for Antonin flipping out and not wanting her here with him, but she kept them all to herself and allowed a faint smile to curve over her lips.

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antibrit
2008-04-22 01:22 am UTC (link)

Antonin looked over at the girl, wondering what she thought about him for a moment. He didn't do this often, and for once he was actually curious. He was probably coming off weird to her, or angry, when in fact he wasn't. At least he didn't think of himself as weird, and judging from the amount of notice he gets at times nobody else thinks so, either. But when she mentioned Defense Against the Dark Arts, he got a bitter taste in his mouth.

"I do not like that class," he began slowly, "they treat me as if I am a child when in my school you were taught the Arts you here are taught to defend yourselves against." It honestly made him mad. He had to go to classes all day for the most of the week, while they treated him as if he needed to be hooked on phonics. He spoke better English than some of the native speakers themselves, yet they talked to him like he had to learn how to crawl and walk all over again as a grown man. It was annoying. But since he didn't exactly want to scare her away, (because that would bring attention to him) he took her hand and shook it lightly when she told him her name.

"Mary is a nice English name," Antonin said. "It is nice to get to know people better, I am not good at these things." For a person who was anti-social, that was a complete understatement. But he could deem himself the more social of his kind--the only other kind he knows being his mother. That was a horrible comparison. A half dead turtle on the side of the road had more social quality than his foster-mother had in her whole body. That on it's own was a compliment.

"I am from Ukraine," he said. He actually took a moment and smiled at her, which was even more unusual. Everybody seemed to want to deem him Russian and ask him how Russia is, and how cold it gets over there, and how much he liked Britain, and if he was going to leave, and the endless forced conversation never ended. At least she inquired where he was from instead of simply guessing and moving with the same notion even when he said that wasn't where he was from.

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mcdnld
2008-04-22 04:09 am UTC (link)

By this point, Mary was taking inaudible deep breaths, to calm her nerves down, because as soon as she got to know Antonin in some way, she planned on going through with that stupid dare. That stupid dare that changed her schedule completely, all to avoid everyone at all costs. Luckily, though, Lily hadn't asked about the dare (yet), and Mary would eventually need to tell her friend she did it, of course, but it was all a matter of if she was ready to or not. More than likely, she wouldn't be, but hey, she had to roll with it, so to speak.

Tilting her head to the side slowly, Mary furrowed her eyebrows a little and let out a small cough, but only from the knowledge of professors teaching students the Darks Arts instead of teaching them how to fight against the Dark Arts. What a strange concept to Mary. "Really? That's rather… well, interesting, to say the least," Mary said sincerely, because she knew sometimes she could sound like she wasn't interested in anything that was going on, though she definitely was in this case. She would've liked to go to a school that did things differently in the sense of how they taught, but Mary wasn't sure how she would feel about learning the Dark Arts to use against people.

A small shrug of one of her shoulders was made as Mary scoffed under her breath, but in the most quiet way she could, because she disliked her name, kind of a lot. "It's an alright name. Very common. But thank you. Your name is very different," she mused, looking to Antonin, then turned her attention elsewhere again to keep herself from glancing down at his lips, because hello, wouldn't that be awkward? And it'd be a dead give away of what she was planning to do, she was sure, so Mary was careful not to do anything that could potentially let Antonin aware of her intentions.

Mary couldn't help but give a slight smile back to Antonin in return, because he looked like he didn't smile all that often, whereas she did a lot. Plus, it was reassuring when someone would smile back if they smiled first, wasn't it? Mary thought so. "How is it there? Do you miss home?" she asked, leaning forward only a bit with her questions, pulling the side of her lower lip into her mouth, eyebrows raised slightly. She didn't want to come off as some nosey annoyance, but the only way she could get over her thoughts of oh, Merlin, I'm going to snog someone I barely know was to talk and talk, then catch him off-guard. Kind of.

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antibrit
2008-04-23 12:24 am UTC (link)

"It is...how you say," Antonin thought for a moment, grasping English words in his mind, "amusing. Fun? Not as bad as it sounds." To some people, he thought. He found Dark Arts very amusing indeed. Back at Durmstrang it was his favorite class, he lived to go. It wasn't so much that you could practice everything you've learned on small insignificant animals, or that the spells illuminated the walls and left you much in awe that you created that. It was his intrigue in the art itself, and besides, he had learned a little purple spell...

His name was different. He had to deal with people mis pronouncing it all the time. As many consonants are there are in his name, he was sure anybody who couldn't say it right was an idiot. When she asked how he felt about home, he rubbed his neck uncomfortably. How was he supposed to admit Ukraine was much poorer than where he lived now, where living there was like living hundreds of years in the past where sheep walk around in villages like citizens as much as the common people? Of course they're lead by shepherds but doing things like this that are supposed to uphold honor for your family, the British would not hold as anywhere near worthwhile. Or maybe they would, he didn't know. Either way, he evaded the first question.

"I do miss home, but here is my home now. Not as cold as Kiev. People say Hogwarts is home for everybody who does not have one. Maybe for me too, when I get used to it." His eyes flitted over towards her for a second and he said nothing, stuffing his notepad back in his robes. The wind blew for a few seconds, tussled black hair falling on his face, where he let it sit, a few strands in his green eyes. "Now you know me."

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mcdnld
2008-04-24 03:25 am UTC (link)

The only thing Mary could do now was lean forward so that her elbows were rested on her knees, but her head was turned to the side so that her attention was on Antonin still, keeping that small smile on her face. It wasn't even for deep breaths purposes that she was leaning forward like this, but simply because she could, and she rarely sat up straight whenever she was staying in one place. Her mother always had a tendency to scold her for slouching at the dinner table, but that rarely mattered to Mary, because the way she figured it, she was going to do whatever she pleased, regardless of what other people (including her parents) thought. Most of the time, at least.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Mary scrunched her nose up just barely at Antonin saying learning the Dark Arts, as opposed to learning to defend against them, was amusing and fun, then she shrugged a shoulder. Everyone thought of things differently, which wasn't like a new concept or anything to her; after all, Gabriel thought she shouldn't have been able to even associate with boys (much less witchy ones), whereas Mary thought she should've been able to do whatever she wanted. Alright, in that respect, she listened to what someone (namely Gabriel) said, because she knew that there were consequences for things like that.

"Well, if nothing else amused you, at least that class did," Mary said airily, trying to keep the mood light and her mind away from mostly everything. Including, but not limited to: boys, Gabriel, snogging, the Dark Arts, professors, coursework, and the like. Too many things that could be on her mind, when she'd prefer for them not to be, but mostly Gabriel -- such a bad topic. And whenever people asked about Gabriel (besides her close friends), Mary normally avoided speaking of him, because again, she thought her brother had mind reading powers or something, that would know when she was simply thinking of him. With her luck, she'd find out that Gabriel did, in fact, have mind reading powers, and then Mary would be screwed, in the worst way possible. Merlin.

It was kind of hard to not notice how Antonin ignored her first question, but Mary wouldn't repeat it, for reasons such as him probably not wanting to talk about a maybe-sensitive subject, so she wouldn't push it. But at least he did tell her about his home, whether he called it that or not, so Mary didn't feel like she was such a stranger to him anymore. Sort of. There was still so much Mary could know (and wanted to know) about Antonin, but certain things were better left unsaid, depending on the subject matter. And maybe some of Mary's unasked questions fell under that category of Things That Were Better Left Unsaid.

For a moment, Mary thought about nothing in particular, going over everything that Antonin, and his very last statement, like he'd been the mind reader instead of Gabriel; like he knew she was asking questions to lead up to The Big Bang. Well, at least he was on the same page, in a way. Except Mary was going to throw him completely off-guard with her next action, after she mumbled, "Now I know you," once she noticed him putting his small notebook in his robes, to repeat back Antonin's previous words, like he didn't know he said them or something.

Without another word, Mary straightened up quickly and turned around, taking a short glance at Antonin and the way his hair was falling over his eyes, then brought her hand up to rest against the back of his neck and pressed their lips together. For a brief second, Mary's eyes were opened and trying to judge Antonin's reaction, if he had any, but then she let them slip shut and tilted her head to the side slowly, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't hex her to hell and back, or even do something embarrassing, such as hit her; he didn't seem like the type to do that, though. When her head was tilted enough, Mary's mouth carefully opened, and alright, she wasn't an expert at this (by no means), but she knew the basics, and she could honestly say (or think) that they were about to --- make-out? Yeah, something to that effect, really, with the way her mouth was opened and how her tongue slipped out just a little to graze over Antonin's lower lip.

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antibrit
2008-04-24 08:57 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't that hard to tell the fact that many people at Hogwarts--most were not in Slytherin--didn't much approve of the Dark Arts. Even though she hardly showed it he could see a bit of disapproval, which was fine, he didn't try to change their minds. It's what he found amazing, besides, Slavic people were much different than the Germanic English speaking people. He shrugged. "Things at Durmstrang are not meant to be fun, usually." It was actually quite harsh, which wasn't a surprise. It was a school that taught Dark Arts and didn't admit Muggleborn students, it was expected.

At a moment of silence he couldn't help but feel an aura of awkwardness, as if she had something horrible to tell him, like his mother died. However, if his mother died he'd have to control himself to correctly project sadness, but he'd be insanely happy it'd be impossible to calm him down. He might even cry from happiness. Good riddens, after all. She never cared, and frankly neither did he. But getting his mind off of that, he tried to think of the girl sitting next to him. A Gryffindor coming all the way over here to know who he was? He had gotten over the fact that maybe she had lost a bet, but maybe she really wanted to know something about him. He heard her repeat his last line, and he sat there as another wind blew.

He turned his head a little and felt her fingers on the back of his neck, and suddenly he felt her lips against his. After a moment of shock and staring into her eyes in a sort of moment in awe, he closed them. It was as if his mind had been short circuited, and it stopped and stirred, stopped, froze, and stayed that way. It was a figurative way to tell him he was on his own, and soon Antonin was standing outside of the body being kissed, staring at the shell of his former self, shaking his head. Of course he'd had girlfriends before--and learned a lot more about humans that way, but something about this whole scenario was wrong. But he went on auto pilot anyway and kissed her right back, while the wheels and cogs of his mind went on ultimate shut down and power save.

While his body reverted back to normal boyish action, the uncontrolled hands found their fingers across her neck, numbs along her jaw, and his own tongue moving to accept such a random act of...generosity? Appreciation? Complete and utter random stupidity? Either way, after a few full seconds of lip smacking, and tongues against each other for--well whatever they were doing what they were doing for, his brain reconnected to the subconscious and in a sense rebooted. How long had he been at this? He didn't know. But she sure did smell good. With a little pressure he gently pushed her from him, hands still on her face, and they were inches away from each other. He stared into her eyes for a few seconds mostly because he was speechless. When he found his voice, he said one more sentence to her, and got up, heading back for the Slytherin common room.

"Thank you for the welcome."

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part one

mcdnld
2008-04-24 09:26 pm UTC (link)

Every thought going through Mary's head at this moment was her calling herself a slut and every other derogatory word that she could think of that meant the same thing. She might have known Antonin, but she didn't really know him. And yet, here she was, snogging him; there was definitely something wrong with this picture, but Mary couldn't put her finger on it, because she enjoyed it, in a way? Yeah, something like that, because she wasn't supposed to enjoy anything involving males, including having conversations with them.

Slow breaths were being taken when she felt Antonin responding to her, and now that she realised he wasn't going to hit her or worse, she could relax a little bit, which she did. While she took brief notice to the way Antonin kept his eyes on her for a moment, Mary continued to let her own slip shut, so that she wouldn't need to see any further reaction from him that he might have shown facial-expression-wise. Mary's other hand started to slide up to hold onto the side of Antonin's neck, whereas the other one stayed put on the back of it, her fingers curled slightly so that she could hold him in place. Not so much hold him in place but get closer to him somehow, and she hadn't noticed she was scooting forward, though not really noticeable unless Antonin was paying that much attention.

And while she was at those types of thoughts, Mary hadn't thought that Antonin would even respond to her kissing him, much less go along with it like he was. His tongue was now pressed against hers, and who was Mary to stop him from doing that? Then, of course, that thought led to others that asked if she was going to tell Lily as soon as possible, or even Gabriel, because everything he'd worked for to keep her away from males was blown to shit, all because of a stupid dare. A stupid dare that actually let Mary get close to a male in some way, but a stupid one nonetheless. As stupid as she wanted to continue calling it, Mary was thankful for it in this strange, unknown way, because if she hadn't been told to snog a boy, then she would probably still be listening to Gabriel and keeping away from males. Which meant Mary had to take the good with the bad, clearly.

As Antonin's fingers came up to go over her neck, Mary found herself giving a slight shiver, her head tilting to the side even more to deepen the kiss -- just a little, not enough to really count for anything or mean anymore than it did (which was basically nothing, in all actuality). Alright, so Mary liked touching, she found out, whether it was intentional or not, but so long as it was intimate to some degree, then she was sure she'd enjoy it. What in the bloody hell was Mary thinking? Merlin, she needed to stop sounding like such a teenage girl in her mind, even if Antonin (and Gabriel) really weren't mind readers and couldn't tell what she was thinking.

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part two

mcdnld
2008-04-24 09:27 pm UTC (link)

It would be a lie to say that Mary wasn't disappointed when she felt Antonin push her away carefully, but she did pull back some, her eyes looking up into his in an almost-nervous fashion. She had no clue what she'd just done, but she wanted to explain herself, though he was already up and leaving her after thanking her for a welcome. What? Shit. The whole point to this was to snog some Random Boy -- Antonin happened to be the subject -- and then explain to him why she was doing it without any sort of warning, but no, of course not; things always had to mess up when she least expected them to. Well, wasn't that simply brilliant? Except not.

Breathing out a slow, "You're welcome," though Antonin was long gone, Mary glanced around where she was still sat on the bench, to make sure that no one had really witnessed what she and he were just doing -- not many people, really, though they could talk if they wanted to. Mary doubted they'd want to waste enough time to think about a Gryffindor girl snogging a Slytherin boy, though, so there wasn't much she had to worry about; not as far as she knew, at least, and maybe she was trying to convince herself that it wasn't a big deal.

Once she had her books held closely against her chest and her head tilted down as she started making her way to the Gryffindors girls dormitories, Mary let out shallow breaths, debating on if she needed to announce it to everyone who read her journal, or to simply tell Lily personally that it'd happen. That was, of course, unless Antonin took it upon himself to make it known that she snogged him randomly like that, which would be oh-so-much fun, but actually far from that. Mary was trying to make herself feel less like an easy, no class female, and maybe lying to herself would do the trick, she decided finally when she reached the dorms. Yeah, whatever happened, happened, and that was all there was to it.

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