tiny blonde lestrange (doted) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-02-04 00:05:00 |
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Dieter came down from the dorm with his journal in hand. He felt a lot of things in that moment; worry about Vera, annoyance at Araminta, confusion with Aloysius and irritation with everything remotely Gryffindor. He had, somewhat shoddily, fixed his black eye from Longbottom. He had really intended on talking to Algie tonight about the things that bothered him. He was a good sounding board. "Vera?" he asked softly as he took a seat in the common room. Standing in the stairwell to the girls’ dormitory, hiding her tear-stained swollen face, Vera peeked her head around the curtain at the call of her brother’s voice. “Here.” She managed to choke up, clutching her journal to her chest as she moved herself further into the room. She padded across the room, her feet dragging as she went. With her stature and face wrought with grief she looked much more like tiny girl than a young lady as usual. Without waiting or asking permission she climbed onto the sofa and curled herself against Dieter, her head coming to rest on his collarbone and tears immediately choking out and dampening his shirt. “I don’t even understand why.” She said half wracked with sobs. Immediately Dieter wrapped his arms around the narrow frame of his sister, tightly squeezing her. He had an inkling of why Aloysius had done what he'd done, and Araminta dodging the question almost confirmed it. It wasn't something he would tell Vera, though, so instead he squeezed her and petted her hair gently. "I'm sorry, Vera. Don't fret." Feeling the tight squeeze of Dieter’s arms around her was a comfort in itself as Vera settled into his frame. “How am I” she hiccupped and ran the back of her hand across her cheekbone, “not supposed to fret when it hurts so much?” She looked up from her position crooked into Dieter’s collarbone to meet his gaze. Kissing her on the forehead firmly, he closed his eyes. He'd rather be anywhere but here. doing anything but this. The love he felt for his sister overwhelmed the irritation, though. It was important to Vera, she needed him. And there's nothing he loved better than being needed. "It'll stop hurting, Vera." Vera’s own eyes closed at the press of Dieter’s lips to her forehead, her lips canting downward simultaneously and quivering as she tried to block all thoughts of Aloysius from her head. It just wasn’t quite that easy as she thought back to coercing him into the musical with her, and the way he’d stuck the snowdrop in her hair just before asking her steady and then inexplicably dumped her after telling her how afraid he was she would leave him. The emotions choked her up and closed her throat, bringing forth a wrangled sob. “But he said I was perfect, the only girl that even existed at this school.” She squeezed her eyes closed and buried her face in Dieter’s shirt; her fifteen year old heart, broken for the first time. A flame of anger lit in his chest as he listened to Vera sob and rattle over Aloysius's words. But all Dieter could do was pat her on the back and lament the position he and Aloysius were always going to be in. This...this was hell. The idea that maybe he'd have this effect on Araminta one day gnawed at his stomach but he had decided he'd let her ditch him and he wouldn't hurt his friend like Aloysius had hurt his sister. "Just don't think about it," he offered uselessly, stroking her hair. "Try to think of other things." Vera hiccupped and sniffled; think of other things; of course, if only it were that easy. She resisted the urge to sass her brother who was doing his best to comfort her in the moment. For she knew there wasn’t anyone at the time she’d rather have been with to soothe her, but thinking of other things only brought her back to Valentine’s Day and Sophia’s stupid celebration of her ridiculously perfect life and happy love affair with Cyril Burke. Try as she might, thinking of other things wasn’t really soothing either. “I’m trying, Dieter, but other things just bring me back to Aloysius.” She simply couldn’t shake the confusion nor the abruptness of anything that had happened that night and it kept leading her back to a one word question, why? She turned her brown eyes, rimmed with wet lashes and welling with tears to meet his, “Will you just stay with me? For a little while? Please?” Dieter nodded, kissing her on the forehead once again and giving her shoulders a squeeze. This was more important than anything. He would deal with everyone else in the morning. "Of course I will, Vera, I love you." |