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[22 Jan 2008|10:53am] |
Who: Marlene and Dirk.
When: Very late Tuesday night.
Where: 7th year boys' dorm.
What: Dude, they need to talk.
Marlene couldn't sleep. She'd been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, growing increasingly frustrated with herself and the situation in general. The last week had been somewhat better, at least from a physical standpoint, but the emotional rift between herself and Dirk appeared to be growing wider by the day.
They really needed to talk. She'd tried seeking him out a number times, but he was never around. He'd even skipped quidditch practice (something he never did) twice in a row, and Marlene was convinced it was because of her.
She loved him. She resented him. She was carrying his baby and he couldn't even be bothered the speak to her. She was scared witless, and he'd all but abandoned her. She was a total wreck.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed and pulled on a lightweight dressing gown. She knew that he was in bed, and if that was the only place she could find him, so be it.
She padded down the girls' spiral staircase and back up the one leading to the boys' dorms. Dirk's dorm was dark and quiet, so she tiptoed in, crawled into his bed, and charmed the closed curtains with a modified muffliato.
"Dirk?" she whispered, giving his shoulder a gentle shake.
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[22 Jan 2008|11:01pm] |
WHO: Dirk Cresswell and Ophiuchus Wilkes
WHEN: After dinner, Tuesday, January 22, 1977
WHERE: The Entrance Hall
WHAT: Dirk is stressed, and Wilkes is just an ass. Bad combination.
Wilkes left the Great Hall after dinner with a group of his Slytherin friends, laughing and ribbing each other in that very Slytherin way of theirs that wasn't quite mean,but didn't even come close to nice. Glancing around the Entrance Hall as they passed into it, Wilkes looked around at the familiar faces, but one in particular caught his eye. He elbowed Rosier at his side and pointed, smirking.
Dirk Cresswell, that annoying, goody-goody Gryffindor Chaser, looked particularly dejected today. Wilkes couldn't stand him on a good day, but today the Slytherin was feeling particularly aggressive, and still hadn't gotten over the fact that the stupid Gryffindork had thought it okay to threaten him concerning that bint Enders.
"Oy, Cresswell! Bit under the weather are we?" Wilkes called, mock sympathy dripping from his voice. "I hear drowning's a great way to snuff it. The lake's that way!"
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