layla 'double betrayla' fairbourne (boundless) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-02-15 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | layla fairbourne, theodora travers |
WHO: Layla Fairbourne and Thea Travers.
WHAT: Visiting a high Thea.
WHEN: 15 February, morning!
WHERE: Mungo’s!
"Graham, I don't want to hear about Fred's stupid freckled ass for another sec— Oh. Um." Thea reached up to tuck a stray lock behind her ear as Layla's face came into view, immediately wishing that she wasn't in a hospital gown confined to a bed and probably smelling like a mixture of hospital-grade disinfectant and sick people. "Hi." “Hi,” Layla said, moving from the doorway she’d stopped in further into the room now that she’d been greeted, towards the bed and Thea on it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you or anything. Graham told me. Violet too, actually.” She cleared her throat at the thought that several people felt she needed to know right away. “I suppose asking how you are is self explanatory, but you’re awake so that’s good.” The corners of Layla’s mouth twitched: “And enough to want to fight back against hearing about that.” Thea glanced down, hoping that her parents weren't in the vicinity to see and overhear any of this. Best case scenario, Graham's amortentia-induced state from last night had driven them preemptively to the hospital cafeteria today. "I faded in and out on a lot of his explaining the finer points of Weasley's features. Really, I didn't think my evening could get worse than almost getting blown up by a toilet door." “I never did find him, admittedly,” Layla explained with a sigh. Although, given what they’d learned there was little Layla would have been able to do about it. She took a seat on the vacated chair that someone (likely Graham or Thea’s parents) had been occupying sometime before. “I’m sorry,” she said after a few moments of silence. “Do you know how long you’re going to be in for?” Because that seemed a safer topic than going on about her feelings. "Not that long, maybe another day or two." She grimaced. "I'm fine, really, on pain potions, so that's amazing until they wear off." Nodding, Layla clasped her hands in her clap to stop from reaching out to take Thea’s hand. Which, frankly, would only make this more complicated in her mind. “Note to self. Keep Thea high.” "I like being high." Thea settled back into her pillows, relaxing more into the moment. "I get why Mum's always sipping wine now, the buzz is good." Exhaling with a small laugh, Layla shook her head once. “I’m sure we can manage that. The first bit.” Not the parenting continually drinking wine. “Did you,” she began, slowly a bit tentatively, “meet a bunch of really interesting people before things turned to terrorism?” "Umm, if interesting is talking at length about their vineyard, or how bourbon and rye are all under the whiskey family tree?" She frowned. "Whoever told men that they could impress women with knowledge like that should be hexed." “Ugh,” the former Gryffindor winced in sympathy, “I think the problem is people don’t know how to flirt at all. I’d be happy to hex them for you.” "You know, some of them made Linden Parkinson actually look less awful. Can you imagine?" “There is absolutely no way you’re not exaggerating.” "Would you like to meet them?" Thea offered. "I have numbers in my phone. Hext them!" Layla waved her off. “No, no, that’s totally fine! I believe you.” She gave a little laugh after a moment, and then a small smile. “See, we could have had a really boring Va— night watching Netflix.” "You really just watched Netflix alone?" Thea shifted, and then winced, but found herself determined to search Layla's expression for something -- though she didn't know what it was that she was looking for. Shrugging as casually as she could, Layla’s eyes didn’t linger on Thea’s. “I mean, kind of. Netflix, whatever else was on. I didn’t feel like going out to the bar or anything and look for some shag. And my temporary roommate was at — wasn’t there either.” "You didn't?" Thea might have been on pain potions, but she was pretty sure her heart wasn't supposed to be racing the way it seemed to insist on doing at the moment. She looked away. "So, um. Mum or Dad might be back soon." “Of course not.” There was little reason to lie in Layla’s mind, but then again her whole month had been a depressive suck so maybe that covered things for this particular chat. She tried to follow Thea’s vision, but it was to nowhere in particular. “Oh. Yeah. I mean I don’t mind if they know I’m here — I’m checking on you.” She reached out, grabbed Thea’s hand, and gave it a squeeze. “I can head out, though. Just hext me if you need anything?” "I know. I — Thank you. For checking on me, it was really nice to see you," Thea said, quickly course-correcting from whatever her pain potions-induced brain was trying to say. "We should maybe get a drink later. When I'm out?" Layla nodded, let go of Thea’s hand, and got up. “Yeah, no problem. It was — well, not great circumstances, obviously.” She flashed Thea a smile at the invite. “Yeah, for sure. I don’t fancy trying to sneak a bottle in here.” Thea nodded and cleared her throat as she saw movement at the door. It was only a nurse, but… she really didn't want to answer too many questions from her family. "Probably a bad idea to mix wine with potions. See you, b- Layla," she added with a smile and pulled her blanket up higher. “Yeah, probably, so we’ll save that for another time. Try to get some rest.” With that she turned, and exited the room without lingering any longer. |