Tracey Davis (snarkies) wrote in fourteenshades, |
She closed her eyes briefly at the sensation of his finger against her cheek, lashes kissing her skin. They opened again when he admitted to being fucked up, looking at him with a relatively softer gaze than she had been giving him only seconds ago. "You were lost." She said quietly. "We all saw it." Brows knitted together once more, gaze dropping from his face to the spot on the ground. "But we play our roles. I know that. I do it everyday. I don't know if I know how to do anything else." She shook her head, giving a faint shrug. "I suppose we'll see." It was easier being honest with a friend.
"Nice students..." She repeated, letting out a soft laugh. "I'm still a Slytherin, Draco. Nice isn't something I really know how to do, so I hope they don't expect the same in return." While it was honest, and maybe a bit unfortunate, Tracey seemed fine with the fact that she could be a hag at times. "I guess I could finish the year. January, was it? Not too much longer, though I had considered quitting..." When it had been February and in the heat of war.
Tucking her arms around herself, she pulled at the jacket her had given her, pulling the fabric as tight as it could go, feeling the breeze pick up the pleating of her skirt to make it dance across her legs and send goosebumps rushing down her skin. "Couldn't have been summer, huh?" Now she was talking about the weather.