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Entry tags: | ! [1943-02] february, ophelia parkinson, vera lestrange |
WHO: Vera Lestrange and Ophelia Parkinson
WHERE: Slytherin Girls Dormitory
WHAT: Cuddling
WHEN: BACKDATED; post break-up and after curfew Sunday night, Feb. 3
STATUS/RATING: Complete / PG
Hours after curfew Vera finally found herself making the trek back up the stairs and into the fifth year girls’ dormitory. After Dieter had gently shaken her awake and she found herself to have been asleep on his chest in a pool of salty tears, she’d kissed his cheek and hugged him before he shooed her off to bed. She was bewildered as if in a dream-like state between sleep and awake, her face felt swollen to ten times it’s normal weight and she could feel the ache in her head from the exertion of crying. It was the slowest walk to her bedroom she could remember as she drug herself up the stairwell as quietly as possible. She oughtn’t have been surprised by any means to find the dorm dark save for the flickering candlelight bathing a sleepy looking Ophelia sitting in bed, journaling and apparently awaiting her arrival. Vera took one look at her, her lips pursing upwards into smile but the corners of her mouth tugging downward. “You’re still awake.” She said quietly as she crossed the dormitory and climbed into her bed. “Of course I am,” Ophelia replied, setting her journal to the side. She immediately curled her arms around Vera, snuggling the girl against her. There wasn’t much she could do for -- not really, actually, anything at all. Ophelia could attempt to comfort her, but that was about all she could do. “I’m sorry he’s an arse,” she said, after a moment, miserable simply from seeing the state of Vera’s face. Time had dulled some of the pain while Vera had lay on Dieter's shoulders, but Ophelia's arms around her brought a fresh handful of salt on a still open wound. She allowed Ophelia to pull her tight and let her head rest against the other girl's shoulder, noting the difference between the delicateness of her best mate and the more sturdy shoulder of her brother. It was a comfort all the same. "He's not. Not really." she said sadly. "It just doesn't make any sense." “It doesn’t,” Ophelia agreed, resting her head against Vera’s. She couldn’t think of a single reason why Aloysius’s would break up with Vera. If anyone had made mistakes in their relationship, it had been Aloysius. But if he fancied her as strongly as he’d said -- with how sweet he’d seemed on her -- then she couldn’t understand, even slightly, how he could not try to modify his behaviour. Was the ‘only girl in school’ for him not worth that? For fuck’s sake. Vera played with a ringlet of Ophelia's hair that hung before her face and shrugged. Her hand coming to rest atop Ophelia's two hands that held her. "One moment we were discussing Valentine's and the next he was saying he was a bastard and he couldn't do this anymore." Tears began rolling down her cheeks then followed soon by soft sobs as Vera tried desperately to keep from waking any of her other dorm mates and buried her face into Ophelia's neck. “No sense at all,” Ophelia agreed softly, wishing that she could actually do something to help her friend out. The urge to track down Aloysius and hex him was quite tempting, but she knew it wouldn’t help anything. Not really. As far as she knew, Aloysius was hurting as well. She was glad for it, as he deserved to be hurting far more than her sweet Vera did. Ophelia shifted her hand to squeeze Vera’s gently. No, Vera didn’t deserve this one bit. Not one bit at all. Cried out for the night, Vera remembered the dull ache in her head and a sharper one in her chest, "I think I'd just like to go to sleep. Really." She said softly as she pulled away from Ophelia and met her gaze. "There won't be anything solved by crying about it all night." She punctuated her statement with a half-sob, half-sigh and wiped at her eyes. “I think sleep might be the best idea, yes.” Ophelia moved her journal onto the floor next to her bed, only to slip her arms right back around Vera. “Sleep with me?” If she couldn’t do anything else for Vera, she could simply reassure her with snuggles for the night. "Please?" Vera said softly, attempting a half-hearted smile for Ophelia’s sake, and not saying anything further before simply sliding off the bed to change into her nightgown and tuck her own journal into it’s usual spot beneath her pillow. "I love you, Ophelia." Vera said with a yawn as she slid under the covers and found the hand of her best mate. Sleep would no doubt be difficult to achieve that night, but at least she knew the person snuggled beside her would never leave her. |