elspeth macfusty was born a ramblin gal (ramblin_gal) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-02 01:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, charity weller, elspeth macfusty |
WHO: Elspeth Macfusty & Charity Weller
WHAT: talking on the first night back at school
WHERE: Hufflepuff dorms
WHEN: first night back at school
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None!/G/Finished log!
Tossing herself back onto her bed, Lizzie folded her arms under her head and looked up at the canopy. Though she loved being at home, seeing her family, spending time with the dragons and Ruf and Jules, she missed school when she was there. It wasn’t always fun, but it was never boring and she gave a little bounce on the patchwork quilt, flopping onto her side. “Chaaaaarity,” she drawled, looking across at her friend. “What’cha dooooin’?”
Charity looked up from her journal. “Just reading,” she said. “Ver’s busy, and you’re here, and no one else really talks to me anyway.” Except Finn, but that couldn’t really be considered talking. “You wanna play Exploding Snap or something?”
Throughout the summer she’d only managed to see Lizzie a couple of times, so she felt like they had a lot to catch up on. “And you’re not the greatest owler,” she said out loud, absently verbalizing her train of thought.
Waving off Charity’s self-deprecation, Lizzie wriggled around, dropping her head off the side of the bed upside down as she studied her friend. “Don’t be stupid,” she told the other girl, raising her feet up in the air idly. “Loads of people talk to you.”
She pondered that for a moment. “Well, there was that man who was letting me practice my Russian with him...” Her face darkened. “But he ended up calling me a foolish child for talking to him. He said he was a bad man, and that I shouldn’t talk to him... I don’t see what he would have done to me through the journals, bad man or no. I was just practicing my Russian. I didn’t see the harm.”
She trailed off, recognizing a rant as it gathered speed. “Finn talks to me.”
“What man?” Lizzie asked, arching an upside down eyebrow at her friend, her face reddening from her position. “Ruf always says not to trust people over the journals. They could be anyone. He doesn’t trust many people though,” at Char’s addition, Lizzie snapped and pointed at the girl. “There you go! Finn’s not no one!”
“I told you about him,” Charity said impatiently. “Remember? In the journals, and I wrote some Russian and you were all, what the hell is that? Do you even listen when I talk? Cos sometimes I wonder...”
And thinking about Finn made her... “Finn’s... not no one,” she agreed weakly. “Finn’s the prettiest, nicest... best kisser...” Her face went red at this last. She hadn’t told Lizzie yet that Finn was her girlfriend - she hadn’t known how to bring it up with her. For some reason, thus far, she’d wanted to keep the two of them somewhat compartmentalized. She’d told Verity, because she told Verity everything, and she’d told a couple of other people who she wasn’t particularly close to, but Lizzie... well, if Lizzie laughed, or disapproved( of Finn, rather than of Finn being a girl) there was a lot more to lose.
“‘Course I do!” Lizzie protested, wriggling on the bed and flipping over onto her stomach, unable to remain upside down any longer. “I just didn’t know he’d talked to you past that. Did he tell you his name? We should do something about it!” It was then that Charity’s words filtered through to her brain and she reared back, looking across at her friend. “Kiss? You snogged her? How was it!”
It was Charity’s turn to flop back on her bed. Sighing, she grinned up at the ceiling. “It was...” She stopped to think of the right words. “We were in my room, on my bed. I remember I was sitting there like a complete mong waiting for her to show up, and then she was at my bedroom door, and she came in, and we just started snogging.” She blushed even redder, savoring the memory. “It was all... soft, and warm, and she smelled so good, and I was all tingly, all up and down my spine.”
She left out the part where she’d leaned back into the pillows and pulled Finn half on top of her as they kissed. But Lizzie didn’t need to know that, and it wasn’t like they’d done anything beyond that.. “Haven’t you ever snogged someone you liked before?”
“Nope,” Lizzie shook her head. “There was just that one bloke. Plus, I haven’t really liked anyone so that makes it a bit hard to snog someone I like,” she shot her friend a grin, propping herself up on her arms. “Look at you,” she giggled. “Snogging queen of the world!”
At that, Charity sat up. “Never kissed a boy,” she said. “What’s that like?” She rolled off her bed and got to her feet in one graceful movement and with minimal effort, padded the few steps to Lizzie’s bed and flopped down next to her, half on top of her. “You should kiss girls, Liz. It’s lovely.”
Lizzie shrugged, twisting slightly towards her friend. “Probably like kissing birds,” she answered. “Haven’t kissed any girls so I can’t really compare, can I?” She nudged Charity. “Plus, I’ve only ever snogged the one boy, so I don’t really have much to base any sort of opinions on.”
“Well you could have had me,” Charity teased. She wondered if Lizzie would pick up on the past tense of that offer. She stifled a yawn and snuggled further into Lizzie. The first night back always saw her like this - floppy, tired, and not really herself. She was pretty sure the long train journey was to blame. “By the way, I hope you don’t think I’m moving again until morning. I’m already in a bed, and you’re warm and comfy. Live with it.” She giggled into Lizzie’s neck.
“You have to,” Lizzie said, nudging her again. “We’re lying sideways. If you sleep like this your legs will fall off.” She pulled a serious face, unable to keep her eyes from twinkling mischievously. “Rufus told me.” She studied Charity for a moment before shrugging and ducking her head, planting a quick kiss on the other girl’s lips.
Though she’d asked for it, Charity was still surprised that Lizzie had actually kissed her. Only, it was a pretty pathetic excuse for a kiss. It was a split second press of lips, and nothing like what she’d done with Kat, or even Finn. “You wally,” she grumbled. “You can’t... with me, I can’t... is that what you did with that boy? Because I don’t really think it counts, Liz.” With an exhausted, achy groan, flipped herself right way up and climbed under Lizzie’s covers.
Lizzie shrugged and wriggled herself the right way up, draping herself over the pillows. “Yeah,” she answered. “Why wouldn’t it count? It was a kiss!” Charity’s other words struck her and Lizzie cocked her head to the side. “Why can’t I?” It wasn’t so much that she wanted to snog Charity, the kiss hadn’t really been anything all that intriguing, it was more that she didn’t know why she couldn’t, especially given how hard Char had been trying for snogs earlier that summer.
“It doesn’t count, because that’s how you’d kiss your nana, or, like, a really old aunt who gives you fruitcake at Christmas,” she said, laughing quietly. “That’s not how you’d kiss someone you really like, you know.” She considered Lizzie’s question, but still didn’t quite know how to answer it, so she didn’t. She needed a few more seconds to gather her thoughts on the subject. “One day,” she predicted, “one day you’re going to figure out you really, really like someone, and when that happens, Liz, you’re going to want your lips on theirs for more than a quarter of a second. Trust me.”
“I like fruitcake,” Lizzie countered, throwing her arm under her head and stretching out. “Nothing wrong with aunts who give you fruitcake.” She’d known Charity since the day she started at Hogwarts and she knew her well enough to know when something was on her mind. She turned her head to look at her friend, studying her. “How d’you know?”
“Fruitcake is gross,” Charity grimaced. She turned to face Lizzie, biting her lip. “How do I know?” She was stalling, and she knew it. Why was this so hard for her? This was her best friend, and some of the best news she had had in her short life. It should have been easy to just blurt it out... so that’s what she did. “I know because it already happened,” she said in a rush. “I really like Finn, and she really likes me, and we’re...” she hid her face in Lizzie’s shoulder. “We’re kind of sort of going out.”
“Is not,” Lizzie argued, mildly. “Ruf makes an amazing fruit...” she trailed off as Charity’s words filtered through hers and she furrowed her brows, staring down at her friend in confusion. “Con...gratulations?” she said, awkwardly patting the girl on her shoulder, not sure what else to say or why Char seemed so upset.
Lifting her head, Charity looked Lizzie in the eye. “You mean, you’re not mad?” she asked quietly. “Because she was kind of a jerk to me or whatever?” Or because Lizzie didn’t seem like she was... there, as far as wanting to kiss people went. As happy as Char was that she and Finn had worked things out, she hated the idea that she was moving faster than Lizzie, moving away from her. They’d done everything together for so long, right down to having the same birthday. The last thing she wanted was for this to be the point at which they started to grow apart.
Shrugging again, Lizzie shook her head. “Not really, should I?” She didn’t know Finn very well but if Charity saw something in the other girl that she liked, who was Lizzie to tell them what to do? She did wonder, though, briefly, about herself. Everyone else seemed to be finding people who they wanted to snog, except for her. Did that mean something was wrong with her?
Heaving a sigh of relief, Charity snuggled into Lizzie. “You know I still love you the best, right?” she said, nuzzling Lizzie’s cheek. “You’re my best friend, and I wouldn’t want that to ever change, no matter what.”
“Course you do,” Lizzie responded, forcing a grin onto her face even as her thoughts whirled. She dropped her arm over Char’s shoulders and gave a mighty yawn. “I’m brilliant, who could you love more?”
“Maybe Ver,” Charity mumbled sleepily. “But that’s...” she yawned, “that’s all.” Had she been more awake, she might have noticed how forced that grin was, but as it was she just let her eyes close as she fell asleep.