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Entry tags: | ! [1943-02] february, gilbert rosier, vera lestrange |
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WHO: Vera Lestrange and Gilbert Rosier
WHERE: Grounds
WHAT: They walk and talk, and Gilbert cheers Vera up with snowballs.
WHEN: February 4, free period
STATUS/RATING: Complete / PG
Picking at her fingernails, Vera attempted to remove spare dirt from beneath them left-over from herbology class and the mishap with the alihotsy. As much as she did love herbology, dirty fingers were hardly ladylike, though neither were swollen, puffy eyes and tear-stains down one’s cheek. She waited near the tall double doors, wrapped in her navy blue and silver winter cloak, for Gilbert, fluffy earmuffs were pulled down over her ears, but she lacked the usual overly large blue and silver scarf of Aloysius’ she had taken to wearing since before Christmas. She’d been honest in telling him she didn’t want to give it back, but neither did she want to wear it. Especially after all the complete and utter mixed signals he continued to send her way. He adored her, he was breaking up with her, he missed her, she should stay away, he wanted to take it back, he needed time to sort it out, they should talk, they shouldn’t, he just wanted her to be happy, she’d never be happy. It all became rather plain to Vera that Aloysius was uncertain of whether he wanted her at all which made everything he’d swore to her previously the past two months a lie. She wanted to hit him or hex him or maybe both for hurting her and making her look so foolish. “Gillyweed.” She said softly, as he came around the corner and opened her arms for a hug. Vera was annoyed with Dieter, after learning that he and Aloysius had conspired to determine what was best for her. At least Gilly was always honest and didn’t treat her like a child, even when sometimes she’d have preferred it. Gilbert had been at the library, and still had his bookbag on him when he went to meet Vera. While he had a somewhat better idea of what had happened than some of their peers, he still didn't know all the details. It was a bit shitty two of his friends weren't happy, but he didn't really lose sleep over it, nor did he want either one of them killed or hexed either. Some of this did seem preventable, but at the same time, he figured they were young, and they did many preventable things, and they were going to do many more preventable things. So he was going to walk with Vera, and then try to make sure hexing things went all right, and he didn't feel particularly conflicted about either given what he knew. Although he had planned to be there on time, or at least not make her wait, she had beat him to there. So a corner of his mouth tightened briefly before he relaxed and walked a bit faster. He was much closer to her before he greeted her with, "Hi, Aloe," and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "Were you waiting long?" Vera shook her head wistfully, attempting a smile that only tugged at the apex of her lips and not the corners. “No, I only just got here.” Having left her own bag in the dormitories, Vera’s arms were free and she pushed open the door to the castle for the two to proceed out. “I hope you dressed warm, it’s fairly chilly out of doors today.” She used her toe to wipe out a heart and set of initials someone had dug out in the snow and shrugged her shoulders, she might have done the same frivolous thing only a few days prior, now it only seemed a ridiculous waste of energy. The whole situation with Aloysius was such a conundrum, and while she wanted to beg him to reconsider, she wasn’t going to stoop to such levels as pleading with someone to have her in their lives. She was a Lestrange and obviously above such things, and it seemed really Dieter had given her the best advice in ignoring him for awhile. Though, truth be told, she didn’t think herself capable. “Are boys always so fickle, Gillyweed?” She finally asked after a moment’s introspection and toeing at the snow where a symbol of someone else’s’ romance had just been. Gilbert had shrugged that he was fine, and put his hand on the door to help keep it open as they crossed the threshold. He just watched impassively as she wiped out the snow drawing. He thought such a thing was rather sappy, and wouldn't have even noticed it if Vera hadn't. "Sometimes," he replied with a slight shrug. "Boys aren't any more fickle than girls." He didn't mean it as a dig, nor did he sound pointed. It was something he thought was true. Gilbert tilted his head to the side, as if to suggest that maybe they should continue walking instead of staying at the entrance and blotting out drawings in the snow. "Have you talked to him since?" "He warded me today," Vera said shortly, before charming a pile of snow to float up and then letting it scatter in the breeze. She watched as the sun glanced off the wet flakes, sparkling and sending tiny iridescent rainbows flitting across the landscape. "He was," she paused a moment before looking over her shoulder at Gilbert, "Confusing." She pursed her lips to the side in thought and shrugged. "Said he wanted to take it back, wished he could, but then told me not to talk to him anymore. "I really don't know what to think. I keep going between being angry with him and hurt." "It's shit to have someone end a relationship," Gilbert said, preferring to look the the snow rather than Vera. He had some sympathy in his voice, though it was said with enough weight that he had personal experience and he was thinking of it. But just as quickly, he shrugged it off. His eyebrows raised at the news. When he told Aloysius he thought they could get back together, he didn't expect for him to try the next day, nor did he expect it to be rather haphazard when it did happen. "That's...confusing." It took a long while for him to settle on the word. "Maybe you should think on your own. It's good to get away from people once in a while." He shrugged. "You're capable of figuring it out." "It might have hurt less had it been expected, or even deserved. We weren't even arguing, not really." She twitched her lips in a tight line, tilting her head to the side, "It was just really unexpected. After everything he's said. "I'm not sure what I'm meant to figure out, Gillyweed. It's dead confusing everything he's said; he doesn't know what he wants. I think I'm just going to," she paused a moment to brush stray snow from her gloves, "Just ignore him awhile. He says he needs to sort things out,and I-- "I don't want to be with someone who doesn't know they want to be with me." From what Gilbert knew, he couldn't help but wonder if Aloysius was being melodramatic. It was one thing to fish for compliments with it, another to wonder, and yet another to break up with someone with those thoughts. And even though he didn't pry, he did wonder what the hell was up with his friend. While he knew Aloysius was an arse at times, he didn't think there were any serious transgressions. "I guess what he meant," he said with a shrug, meandering slightly along the path to trod on fresh snow. "And what you wanted to do, although you seem to have decided. You deserve to be with someone who want to be with you, and you want to be with." Vera shrugged, "I've been trying to figure out what he meant. Most of what he says he contradicts and then reaffirms. All I can manage to gather is that he has no idea what he wants, it seems to change every hour. He says he's miserable. "I don't think he cares he's made me miserable too." "I think he cares, Aloe," he said. He took a deeper breath just to watch the long puff of air as he exhaled. Glancing beside him, he reached over to give her a one-armed hug before dropping his arm again. He thought Aloysius probably regretted it a little too, but he wouldn't say that just yet. "I suppose he does have some things to figure out. You know, sometimes I like throwing snowballs in the air and hexing them." "I know." She said with a pout, leaning into his hug, "It's just easier to think the worst of him right now." It wasn't a particular charming or gracious thing to admit but Vera's anger, especially after the conversation that morning, made her grief that much easier to cope with. "I just wish he'd given me the truth instead of a hundred halves." The idea of hexing snowballs seemed rather silly to Vera at first; she tended to work out her frustrations in the flower garden dead-heading or pruning. But the longer she put thought to the idea the more merit it seemed to gain and finally she smiled and nodded her head, "Go on then. Levitate a few up for me." "I'm sorry, Aloe," was all he could say. He didn't really know the reasons. He got some, and he wasn't sure if they were sufficient or if there was more. People had broken up for much less before, and they were young and did rash things. He wouldn't have been surprised if Aloysius had been acting stupid, but he also trusted Aloysius to have his reasons too. Gilbert studied her for a moment, and then he broke out into a grin. "You don't Levitate them, Lestrange." He didn't even slow as he swooped down to scoop up some snow to pack into a ball. After he drew his wand, he threw the snowball in the air and blasted it, sending snow and ice flying. "You have to be fast." He reached for more snow. "Ready?" “It’s quite all right, Gillyweed.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders and a half-smile. “You were right, after all. I’m going to be okay.” Today had to be the worst day, right? And she’d managed to get through it even with Aloysius staring at her intermittently in classes they shared and randomly bursting into tears at unwelcome moments, tomorrow would be better. And the next day. And soon she wouldn’t think of him at all. Vera smiled wide as she watched Gilbert and then drew her own wand. “I’m faster than you, Rosier.” She laughed for the first time in more than a day and tossed her own formed, packed ball of snow into the air. “Reducto!” she shouted and cracked her wand like a whip. The snowball exploded with a pop sending showers of snow scattering, and Vera laughed again, smiling wide as the snow blew back into her face, pinking her cheeks and leaving the tips of her hair wet. She turned her face to Gilbert, traces of tears and sadness replaced by true smile and amusement in her eyes, her lips pursed sideways as if to silently ask if he’d been impressed. Not too impressed, but still, he pursed his own lips and raised his eyebrows as if to say, Not bad. Because even though he knew he and his circle of friends were among the best in Defence class, he knew Vera wasn't entirely a slouch either, even if some people treated her like she was fragile. Seeing her smile already made him grin, though he wasn't going to comment on it, lest she feel uncomfortable. Instead, he switched the snowball to his left hand, so he could lob it at her while throwing up a shield spell in case she decided to use a blasting curse on that too. Had she been able to read his thoughts, Vera would have been offended, she was a very capable witch after all. Hardly deserving of being overlooked or underestimated as she so often was for being so small and most of the time; reserved and proper. Though completely unaware of Gilbert and the rest of her circle of friends’ extracurriculars she hadn’t any idea how high the bar was actually set. She twitched her lips at him, a small smirk peeking through as she was actually enjoying the moment and not thinking of Aloysius. Using his non-dominant hand, Gilbert’s aim was off and Vera was in little aim of actually being hit with the snowball. “Acalanthus.” She said quickly and with less force than the reducto and watched as the snowball transfigured into a giant canary. The yellow bird didn’t make it far while flapping it’s wings frantically before colliding with a tree. The transfiguration failed on impact and left a splattered snowball against the bark. It was also larger, more loosely packed, thrown more weakly, and thus also slower than his usual snowballs. After watching the collision, he made the same face and looked back to Vera, though he said, "Not bad, Lestrange," this time too. Then he grinned. "So do you want to do it yourself, or should I continue?" In response Vera crouched and gathered snow between her mittened hands, scooping and patting until she had formed a snowball to match the ones Gilbert had been chucking into the air for her. She grinned, levitating it to bounce up and down before her in the air a few times before flicking her wand and sending it upwards with a hurling hex. She waited for the snowball to begin it's descent and before hitting it with another blasting curse and showering the ground with snow. The hexes were easy, but mind-numbing, she thought, as she transfigured the next into rose petals that scattered across the snow, but they still served to amuse her and she was silently thankful for Gilbert offering the idea. It was a good distraction from everything going on about her, and not bad outlet for frustration she'd realised after the satisfaction of watching the first snowball explode to the reducto spell. As if gathering snow for her next round Vera stood with a handful, repeating the molding process and watching Gilbert. Suddenly she grinned slightly before tossing the snowball underhand at Gilbert's person. "Your turn, Rosier." Her lips pursed into a smile as she hid them behind her fingertips and giggled, only her snowball was smaller and looser than his and daintily thrown and thereby, far slower. Gilbert had remained just watching. He was content with not hexing anything at the moment, though he did brush some snow that had land on his hair. When Vera threw the latest snowball at him, Gilbert tried, well, something. He had dropped the shield and tried for another, this time a non-verbal one. Visually, he made the motion for a shield charm, and the snowball seemed to almost clip something before it went on to hit his arm. For a split second, he looked disappointed, but that was abandoned for a laugh. "Oh, I see how it is." Rather than cast another spell, he opted to lean down and gather some snow to throw at Vera. This time, it wasn't for the sake of casting spells at them, but for a good old-fashioned snowball fight. |