anthony goldstein. (goldest) wrote in caged, @ 2013-11-23 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 97-11, [ log ], anthony goldstein, june chambers |
Who: Anthony Goldstein and June Chambers
What: Chamberstein break up and ruin all your hopes and dreams.
When: Today after the match.
Where: The hospital wing.
Status: Completed log
Ravenclaw's Quidditch loss was, to put it bluntly, the cherry on the shit sundae that had been June's week.
She was kicking herself about having cried about the match, but really, she had just wanted this one little thing to go right. Everything else might have been shit, but at least Ravenclaw winning Quidditch would've taken her mind off of it. Now, she felt more miserable than ever, standing outside of the hospital wing, waiting for Madam Pomfrey to let her in. She ought to have come here with Anthony during the match, but even when he was injured she couldn't quite bring herself to go over to him, torn between lingering anger and fear that he wouldn't want to see her. She was feeling thoroughly ashamed of herself.
Thoroughly ashamed of herself, and a bit damp. She'd only been able to dry out her clothes and hair when she'd arrived in the castle, and she had been so distracted she hadn't done a very good job of it. A peak in her hand mirror revealed that her eyes were still a little red, her mascara smeared, and her hair was so tangled and frizzy it would've made Hermione Granger feel self-confident.
But she didn't have the time to fix all that, because Madam Pomfrey was ushering her in with admonitions to be quick. With a sigh, June sat down at the chair next to Anthony's bed, dropping her bag onto the floor. Now what should she say? She settled on, "Hi. Are you okay?"
This week was not turning out how Anthony wanted it to or even close to how Anthony wanted it to. Getting hit with a Bludger had just topped it all off and he hadn’t heard how the match had finished but he hoped that Ravenclaw had won, that would be good for Terry and everyone else. He had heard Madame Pomfrey let someone in and he’d looked up, she had told him to be very careful with his arm so he was trying not to move it too much. But there was June, still wet, mascara stained, but he smiled anyway.
But then he remembered that she was cross with him and felt nervous.
“Hi Junie,” he told her, clearing his throat. “My arm hurts.”
"I'm sorry," she said immediately. "I was worried about you, I was just -- " June didn't want to admit how she had really been feeling, which was an odd feeling to be having around Anthony. "I don't know. You looked like you had help."
Nervously, she tried to pull her hair away from her face, but it was doing that thing where it acted like it thought for itself and one particularly stubborn strand kept falling over her forehead. I am so, so stupid, she chided herself. I am stupid and I look stupid.
“Come here,” Anthony said patting the spot next to him. She was acting nervous, why was she being nervous? Was she going to break up with him here in the hospital wing? No, he decided, June wouldn’t do that even if she was incredibly angry with him. She wasn’t that cruel.
June hesitated. She wasn't sure where this was going, and for some reason she couldn't entirely pinpoint, she was afraid that something bad was going to happen. To try to cover up the pause, she pulled out her wand and used it to perform another Drying Charm on her clothes. "Sorry, I don't want to get your sheets all wet," she murmured, before she moved to the spot next to him on the bed, letting her toes dangle off the bed. "You'll be okay, right?"
“It’s just a broken arm and I might be bruised a bit,” Anthony told her. “But I’ll be fine, I’m not dying or anything, I promise.” He wanted to rest his head against her but he was afraid she wasn’t ready for that and might still be cross at him so he didn’t want to make any too quick movements to startle her.
“Hey, did we win the match?”
There was a long pause, and then a sigh. "No. I thought we were making a comeback and then Summerby caught the snitch." She sighed again, almost pulling her knees to her chest, but then remembering that she couldn't get her shoes on his sheets. "I really just wanted to win," she said, sounding more than a little forlorn. "Rex'll be so angry. We're at the bottom of the tables."
Anthony watched her face and when she told her the answer he frowned. Terry would be upset too, he hoped his friend at least had a good match. “I’m sorry, maybe we’ll score loads of points next time.” He wanted to ask her if they were okay now but he was afraid to bring their fight up, but things still felt a bit stilted and awkward.
"Maybe," June said. She didn't have a very good feeling about the next match, though. They'd be playing Slytherin, and that was bound to be rough. Hufflepuff was supposed to be an easy first match. But she found that she didn't really want to talk about Quidditch. She didn't really know what to say. She felt that she should apologise about their argument, but didn't really know how. Instead, she wiped uselessly at her eyes, trying to get rid of her smeared mascara.
“Are you crying?” Anthony asked, moving to look at her, frowning. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” He knew that it had been a crap week but it was just a Quidditch match, he hoped that she wasn’t crying about that. But he would try to make her feel better about it if he could.
"No," she said defensively. Truthfully, she wasn't crying any more, though now the urge was coming upon her again. She felt horribly embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed with shame. "My makeup's just messed up, is all. I wanted to come see you first thing, so I didn't get back to the dormitory to fix everything after coming in from the rain. That's all."
“I’m glad you came to see me,” he told her tentatively. He didn’t like being nervous around June, he just wanted to rest his head on her shoulder and maybe sleep a bit and forget about their fight but he knew that he had upset her greatly too so there was no making the fight just go away, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to bring it up again in case she got mad at him and yelled. Instead her reached for her hand and put it in his, hoping that was okay.
June didn't mind holding hands, though she felt self-conscious. For a moment, she turned and looked at Anthony, pressing her lips tightly together, and then took a deep breath. She knew that this was the moment to apologise, and she should just rip off the plaster and do it.
"Anthony..." she began slowly. "I'm not going to pretend like you didn't hurt me when... you know, all that happened. But I'm sorry that I got so angry at you and was... unpleasant. That I wasn't there for you when I should've been because I was angry."
“June,” Anthony said, grazing her hand with his thumb. Well at least she wasn’t going to break up with him, there was that. “I’m sorry I made you feel bad, I wasn’t thinking about what I might be implying for you, you know I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t really want to hurt your feelings.” He looked down at the bed sheet, hoping she would forgive him.
"I know." Even when she had been at the height of absolutely furious, she hadn't thought that Anthony had meant to hurt her feelings. If she had, she probably would've ditched him immediately. But at the time, it hadn't mattered, she had just been royally hacked off. "I guess I was just already feeling bad about myself and I wanted you to make me feel better and you didn't."
“I think you’re a really great person, Junie,” he said, leaning against her a little bit. “I’m sorry I should have been more considerate to your feelings. I don’t want you to feel bad and I really don’t want you to feel bad about something I said.”
"It's okay." June couldn't bring herself to smile, but she did squeeze his hand. She wanted to say something about how alone she felt now, but that would probably only serve to make him feel worse. "I hated arguing with you," she added. "You're one of my best friends."
“I don’t like arguing with you either,” Anthony said. He leaned into her, being careful with his other arm. He felt bad that he had said things to upset her, he really hadn’t meant to. “I want us to be okay, sweetpea. I never meant to hurt your feelings.” He paused for a second. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?”
She sighed, raising her free hand to push a piece of her mad hair away from her face again. She was quiet for a long moment, not because she was still angry, or hurt. All that had dissipated when she saw him in the hospital wing. Anthony must've felt so horrible since giving up his badge, and then he got hurt, and she hadn't been there at all. "You don't have to do anything, mandrake," she said, and paused again. Leaning down to kiss his forehead, she murmured, "I love you."
Anthony felt his heart flip flop a little bit and he smiled at her too as he heard the words out of her mouth. His heart did a little flip flop and he knew that he loved June, he hadn’t woken up one day and realized he did, maybe he’d loved her all along. “I love you too,” he told her softly. He let go of her hand and put his good arm around her, hugging her as tightly as he could one armed.
June smiled, too, a little tentatively. She, too, felt like loving Anthony had been true for a while. Now had just felt like the right time to say it. Maybe their argument had thrown it into sharper relief. She lifted her face and briefly pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arm over his chest. "Good," she teased. "Otherwise I'd have to get angry at you again."
“I don’t like it when you’re angry with me,” Anthony told her. Part of him was worried Pomfrey was going to come in and throw June out because he was cuddling with her. He moved and kissed her cheek and he realized that he was lucky that she was there then. For a second he felt bad because all of this was his fault but he pushed that back down to enjoy the moment. “Your hair is still wet, sweetpea.”
"Oh!" She had momentarily forgotten all about her disastrous hair, and she pulled away, trying to right it to no avail. "I'm sorry, you know it was raining and I've been so distracted I couldn't get everything dry properly, and I know I look a mess." She settled on reaching into the pocket of her jeans and pulling out a hair tie to at least get it out of her face. The effect was more than a little haphazard. "I could've been prettier for this."
“I think you look pretty,” Anthony told her. “I don’t think you look like a mess.” Okay maybe her appearance wasn’t as neat as she usually was but he didn’t mind. He was just glad that she had forgiven her and maybe things could get back to normal between the two of them now. He leaned and kissed her cheek.
June smiled. "You have to say that." She really hoped that Madam Pomfrey wasn't going to come in and interrupt them. Since the Carrows' post, all she'd really wanted to do was curl up with Anthony, but she hadn't been able to. She supposed that that was partly her fault, but it didn't really matter now. She rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh. "But even if I might look like a medusa, I promise not to turn you to stone. I missed you enough."
“I don’t have to say that, I could tell you looked like Medusa,” he pointed out. “But I don’t think you do at all. Or even close. You’re too pretty.” He was glad she was here now and hoped that Pomfrey would stay a while for a good while longer. “I missed you too though, I don’t want to fight with you any more.”
"We're not going to fight any more," she said, with confidence. It was probably naive to think so, but they so rarely argued, and why would they? As much as she would miss him being a prefect, she could put that behind her. "When you get out of here, I'll even give you some make up chocolate."
“The kind with the honeycomb?” Anthony asked raising his eyebrows. He also hoped that they would be able to do some make-up snogging but he wasn’t going to bring that up when Pomfrey could come in and throw June out. “Because you know that’s my favorite.”
"Only if you're good," she said primly. "Otherwise, I might end up giving you jelly slugs." Teasing him felt natural. It meant that things were back to normal.