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Tweak says, "Gage and I will get you!"

Amaury Girard (amaury_girard) wrote in serasera,
@ 2008-05-26 21:42:00

Entry tags:

amaury-girard, ophelia-towler

Who: Amaury and Ophelia
What: Talking. How specific I am!
When: Sunday, May 25th. Sometime that evening
Where: Slytherin common room
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

Amaury glanced up at the clock for what felt like the thousandth time that night. He wasn’t normally so preoccupied with the time, but he currently waiting for Ophelia to make an appearance and he was anxious. He had been restless even since he had seen her journal entry, and he had hardly been able to concentrate on his book. Of course, she had insisted that she was fine, but he wasn’t buying it; she didn’t sound fine, and he knew Ophelia well enough to know that she wouldn’t just come right out and say it if she was upset. He couldn’t really fault her for that for he was the same way but that didn’t stop her from worrying her.

What really bothered him was that he had no idea what was wrong. She hadn’t seemed too stressed about their upcoming exams, and regardless, the 6th year finals weren’t nearly as important as those in 5th and 7th year. In general, school wasn’t especially stressful right then so he had to assume that the root of the problem lay elsewhere. For a moment, he wondered if it had to do with his brother and whatever was going on between him and Ophelia. But he quickly dismissed that. He didn’t know if there really was anything, and Bastien wasn’t worth it; surely Ophelia knew that. Perhaps it was familial; he knew that her parents put a good deal of pressure on her, but that wouldn’t really explain why she seemed to hate the school.

But it really wasn’t any of his business, was it. If she didn’t want to tell him exactly what was wrong, she didn’t have to. Either way, he’d do his best to be supportive and cheer her up. Provided that she turned up. He glanced up at the clock again, holding back a sigh before he turned back to his book.

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opheliatowler
2008-06-01 02:46 am UTC (link)

Ophelia was dawdling. She knew this, of course, and she disliked herself even more for it. Hesitation, Ophelia thought, was another sign of weakness. It showed that a person lacked conviction and moral fibre. But then she realised that she sounded too much like her father so she snorted in disgust and collapsed back into her bed, pulling the drapes around her and thus effectively shielding her from prying eyes. Ophelia was not weak. She could weather the whole issue without Bastien easily. Of course she could! She sniffed disdainfully before pulling a pillow over her head. She could. Easily. She didn't need to lean on someone, to have someone tell her it will all be fine and she would look back at this point in her life and laugh.

... Who was she kidding?

Tears prickled her eyes and her cheeks grew hot in embarrassment and frustration. It did not make any sense. She wasn't supposed to feel like this, she was supposed to feel... well, Ophelia wasn't quire sure how she was supposed to feel. Anything but the mixture of irritation, debilitating sadness and longing, she supposed. It drove her to revealing a bit of her--dare she say it--vulnerability in her last journal entry. On the bright side, a couple of the younger students have developed an irrational fear of her because of it. Clearly, insulting Hogwarts was effective in instilling the value of respect in them.

Ophelia sat up and fidgeted with her pillow. Should she go? On one hand, Amaury won't pry for information or badger her into talking. On the other hand, he was Bastien's brother and things were awkward enough as it is. She peeked out at the empty girls' dormitory and pursed her lips. It was difficult to try and bond with the other girls when they were not there. Amaury, to his credit, giggled less than the girls too. Ophelia gritted her teeth. Fine. Fine. Standing up and pulling on a green jumper, she made her way down to the Common Room. Ophelia spotted Amaury easily enough, he was sitting in a corner, reading a book. Her lips twitched into a smile as her eyes fell on the familiar sight, some things never change. "Hello, Amaury," she greeted, hoping that her voice didn't sound too sepulchral, and sat down next to him. "Good book?" Ophelia asked, offering a rare friendly smile.

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