Gracie Hewitt! (gracecase) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-11-12 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: bucky barnes (dropped), character: grace hewitt, thread: complete |
Who: Gracie and Bucky
What: Someone is getting a hug (hint: it's Bucky. Bucky is getting a hug)
Where: Starting outside of the Slytherin common rooms
When: 11/11, afternoon, about halfway through this exchange
Warnings: Bucky. Gracie. Probably cursing.
It had only taken a slight encouragement for Gracie to change out of her explorer's outfit (she had been serious about that, it was hecking cute, but another time) and instead found a pair of shorts (because it turned out she didn't own sweat pants. Or even jeans. Maybe she'd remedy that when they went home for the holidays) and snuck into Steve's room and stole one of his sweaters, because the castle was very cold, heating spells or not. She thought she looked very inconspicuous, with the exception of the fuzzy socks and obnoxious unicorn slippers, but she wasn't giving those up because seriously, cold. Bucky could take her somewhere else if they would attract too much attention.
(He might have meant embarrassing...she hoped he didn't but it wouldn't be the first time she'd heard it.)
She took her journal tucked in under her arm and made her way down to the Slytherin commons, considering the benefits of sneaking in before deciding that Bucky could come to her and sitting down a little ways down the hall from the portrait. One of the good things about Steve being huge now was that his sweaters were basically whole outfits and she could fit her whole body in one without a problem, so she curled herself up and balanced her journal on her knees as she continued the conversation. She wasn't happy about anything that Bucky was saying, not because he was dangerous or anything or because he beat up a girl (well, she was a little unhappy about that, but the fact that the girl was trying to hurt him eclipsed that) but because he thought that he was, and he was hiding. From her. Inexcusable.
Signing off with a final order to come out and get her, because her butt was going numb and her nose was cold, she closed up her journal and dropped it on the ground beside her, curling up and shoving her hands in her armpits to keep them warm. How did people live down here? She'd never know.