dieter is a trampasaurus rex (dieter) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-23 13:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-03] march, dieter lestrange, thalia travers |
Who: Dieter and Thalia
Where: On the Grounds!
When: Before lunch
What: Walking. Starting rumors.
Rating: PG/Complete
It was a nice day outside, for once. So a walk was in order. Not feeling particularly amorous or pretend amorous, Dieter invited the one person he knew wouldn't expect much from him in the way of interaction -- Thalia. Of course he could have invited Alphard or Aloysius or someone, but he was starting to feel like she was getting irritated at his weirdly full social calender. So it was Thalia he invited on a walk around the greenhouses. It was a cool day, but the sun was bright and the wind wasn't blowing. Spring was in the air, for certain. "Ready for holiday?" he asked. "Yes, I suppose I am," she answered Dieter loftily. The truth was that Thalia had been ready for a holiday for weeks now, and she was so eager to go home that she had already packed her things, removed them (either for worry at having forgotten something or for need of something she had already packed) and repacked them twice over. Thalia edged closer to her friend and linked arms with him, not ever being completely pleased with herself unless she were invading someone's personal space either physically or emotionally. Though the sun shined and cast a happy, spring-like atmosphere across the castle grounds, Thalia was happy for the bit of coolness to the day. She sucked in a deep breath of air through her nose, tilting her head back as though completely opening herself up to nature's beauty. Hogwarts was beautiful but Thalia loved home far more. The scottish grounds were much too remote for the urban witch's liking (even though she lived just beyond the city rather than within it). "I'm ready to go home, and sleep in my own room without four other girls snoring and waking me at night when they go to the loo, and see my parents... oh, and I'm ready to visit you at your home, too," she added with a sly smile. Dieter smiled and nodded. Of course he had the same reasons for wanting to go home. The peace of his lonely bedroom sounded more appealing than anything else on the planet in the late nights where he couldn't sleep for all the noise. Running a hand through his hair, he looked around the nearly empty grounds. "Really? My house? When did we agree to that?" he asked with an innocent, teasing smile. "Joking!" he added quickly. "I'm looking forward to that too. Almost as much as sleeping in my own bed." Thalia pinched her best friend in his side for his teasing. "Stop that," she said, though even Thalia could not admonish him without cracking a smile. It was a genuine and pleasant smile, one that enhanced the prettiness of her features in a way that her usual derisive smile, used at the moments when she enjoyed a joke at somebody else's expense, ever did. It was not a smile that many people besides Dieter ever saw. "My grandmother is looking forward to you coming for dinner, by the way. You know how much she likes you," Thalia added as they crested the corner of another greenhouse. He laughed as he flinched away from her snag, slinging an arm around her shoulder and giving her a gentle squeeze. Their walks were too few and always a good time, though he was surprised sometimes that people didn't misinterpret the frequency that they sneaked off to isolated bits of the school for a chat. Though it occurred to him that someone probably had, as though he'd ever snog his best mate when she was dating his other best mate. "I'm looking forward to seeing your grandmother too, of course." He did have a soft spot for that old woman. He meant to say something complimentary about her to Thalia, but a figure in the greenhouses caught his eye. "Is that Beery? What's he doing in there on a Saturday?" "Probably snogging a venomous tentacula," Thalia joked but even as she said it, she craned her neck to peer through the glass panels of the greenhouse to see just what the Herbology professor was doing. He appeared somewhat unkempt, as though he had been up all night without so much as a wink of sleep, but rather manic and determined to do-- well-- whatever it was he was doing. An expression of concern flickered over Thalia's features, though it was hard to discern whether it was concern over Beery's state or concern over her well-being while being near Beery in this present state. "He looks like me during OWLs," she remarked. "Maybe he's cracked." Dieter grimaced a little at the memory of Thalia during OWLs. As someone who put a lot of effort into not taking things too seriously, watching people take things seriously was always a little painful. But she was right to make the comparison. He wondered if it had anything to do with Dippet saying they thought they knew how to fix the Muggleborns. "Maybe he has. I heard that Muffy girl say he snapped after what happened to Stonem. It looks like she might be right." Of course he hadn't heard that from Muffy, he'd just made it up. Typically Thalia thought Muffy to be an idiot but this idea had merit. There had always been gossip and rumors that Stonem and Beery were involved and, even if it weren't true that they were romantically attached, it was still blatantly obvious that the two professors were rather close, not unlike Thalia and the young wizard with her now. Thalia detached herself from him now to press her face closer to the glass, clinging to a bit of ivy-covered lattice that stood there while she raised herself up on tip-toes to peer inside. It was worrying to see Professor Beery behave like that, so maddened and erratic and, if Thalia had had any sort of sentimental attachment to the man, she might have suggested entering to see what was truly the matter. But as it was, Thalia had had a lukewarm relationship with her former Herbology professor and thus had no such interest in doing any such thing. She stepped back from the greenhouse and reached out for Dieter's hand, taking it in hand and squeezing for a moment. "Let's go," she mumbled, still staring into the greenhouse at the figure of Professor Beery. Dieter nodded, squeezing her hand in return and letting her lead them away from the professor. Longbottom had posed the question of how he would feel if something had happened to Thalia (or Algie but shut up, brain) a week or two prior and he heard it again as he watched. Of course, nothing would ever happen to anyone he cared about while he was around. Or ever. Because he cared about the right people. Not really, but he liked to think he did. "Maybe we should go back up so we don't miss lunch," he said looking over to the castle. "Yeah," Thalia said quietly, though she had no intention of eating lunch; it was that meal she tended to skip, lest she get fat, and she preferred to finish her coursework at the table while the others ate, so she could pick their brains for ideas or feedback. (Not that she needed it, of course. She got good enough marks without anybody's help. Never mind that she'd had Reuben Longbottom doing her Charms work for the last few weeks.) Thalia huddled herself close to Dieter, suddenly feeling a bit colder than perhaps she ought to have been. "Yeah," she said again, more confidently and sure of herself, as though it were her idea and not Dieter's. "Let's go back up." He smiled and nodded, trying to push down the weird sort of sadness that had overcome him. He was hungry, though. So they walked back up to the castle and Dieter couldn't really think of anything to say. He looked over his shoulder at the greenhouses as they left them behind. |