Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-11-06 16:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | remus lupin, tierney cavanaugh |
Tierney & Remus
11-06-2007 RP: Tierney Cavanaugh and Remus Lupin
Who: Tierney and Remus
What: Astonomy homework and talking
When: Late night
Where: Alone in the Astronomy tower
Rating: Medium for language
Tierney was freezing her ass off, and she didn't mind saying so, for what was likely the fifth time. Remus was being far less talkative than usual anyway, so she had to fill up the empty space with something. She cast yet another heating charm hoping this one would last for more than five minutes this time.
"I don't see why we have to watch them for a full hour," she said, crossing her arms. "They aren't even moving. There are so many more interesting things to be doing after curfew," she sulked. "And you're a prefect, you could sneak me anywhere," she added, trying once more to be playful with him. She went so far as to poke him lightly. Tierney could be a right pest when someone seemed off with her and she didn't know why.
"But that would be against the rules," he said, pursing his lips very slightly and continuing to stare (in a somewhat glazed fashion) at the clear night sky.
It perhaps wasn't fair to take his sour mood out on Tierney, and he was trying to make up for it in his attempt to not have a mood at all, but it was a difficult task. He had receieved a detention for not completing the Headmaster's most recent assignment -- he never received detentions, but that wasn't even the worst of it.
Then he was faced with the fact that HannahJo Boardman now, very likely, hated him with a passion. Or at least she looked horribly upset. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but he hadn't even realised she -- like liked him. He certainly had not felt anything but a friendly fondness for her, but based on her reaction...well, perhaps he had misjudged the situation. He didn't think himself worthy of or able to have relationships with his condition and all -- perhaps he was simply meant to be alone, and really, it was best for everyone if he did not inflict his problems on others.
And then there was Sirius and all of the complicated emotions attached there. He was a little frightened of the idea, despite anything he might feel -- blokes and blokes together were not exactly accepted in society. Part of him was drawn to the fact that Sirius knew his secret and accepted it, that there was a closeness that couldn't be replicated elsewhere, that he was so infuriating and wonderful at the same time, and it was all very distressing and confusing.
Adding in the fact that Tierney and Sirius had shared a very public and enthusiastic snog during the last Hogsmeade weekend did not help matters in the least, either; he was used to Sirius snogging birds every with way -- or at least he knew he ought to be used to it by now, given how long and frequently it had been going on -- but recently, after Sirius had gone and snogged him out of the blue, it was more difficult to ignore.
"Yes, and that's exactly the point," she said, sitting up to glare at him with a look of exasperation on her face.
"Now will you tell me what exactly it is that crawled up your arse and died making you act as if it's suddenly news to you that I'm in the mood to misbehave?" she asked hotly. "Because this -- whatever-- mood your in is driving me batty and we've got a full 40 minutes before we can go back inside. If you have something to say than say it," she said.
"Is it because you didn't like what I was wearing to the ball? Or that I got you in trouble the other day for passing you the note? Or is it about me and Sirius at Hogsmeade?" she asked, wondering if Sirius had ditched out on his friends to snog her.
"Spill," she demanded.
Remus shifted, bristling a little at the mention of Sirius. "There's nothing wrong," he replied calmly, resting his hands palm-down on the window ledge and drumming his fingers on the stone. "Just don't worry about it," he said, turning his his head a bit to force a smile before directing his attention back out the window.
"If you're telling me not to worry about it then clearly something's the matter!" she protested, standing up and forcing her way past him so that she was standing in his view line.
"Now tell me what it is! Tell me or you'll wish you told me," she said, smirking just a bit in a way that no one ever seemed to find reassuring. "I'll get out my cards and they'll tell me what your problem is and I won't give you a chance to explain it," she warned teasingly.
"Really, there's nothing wrong," he said, feeling a nagging uneasiness at the way she said it. He didn't want to put stock in 'her cards,' all things considered, but after their last bout had resulted in -- well -- what it resulted in, he couldn't be so sure it would be so wise to trust her to be wrong if it came to that. "Perhaps I just don't want you to fret over nothing," he said, taking a small step backward and nodding.
"I'm not the sort of girl who frets over nothing," she insisted, reaching down toward her bag to pull out her cards threateningly. "If you tell me and it's nothing I'll forget about it, if I have to drag this out of you it's only going to blow it out of proportion," she reminded him.
She began shuffling her cards slowly.
"Look, Tierney, it's really nothing. We're supposed to be working on Astronomy," he said, turning to pick up his star chart. Did one have to cooperate for tarot cards to work? He didn't know anything about them, and he was trying very much to keep calm; after all, he didn't have anything to hide, right? Except for all of the things he had to hide.
"That's never stopped us before," she said, shuffling the cards one more time and then tapping him against his shoulder before he could protest.
"Let's see what the cards have to say about you Remus Lupin," she said, "You and your secrets."
She plopped herself down on the cold stone floor and turned her back to him. "Ohhhhhh... very interesting," she said, turing around slightly to wink at him. "This is terribly revealing, you ought to just tell me before I find out anymore."
"What does it say? Not that I believe that stuff anyway," he said, trying not to look too worried. After all, the last time was probably just a fluke. Sirius had seemed to think it was probably a fluke, and really, what did he have to worry about? He knew he shouldn't worry, but he didn't like to trust them to be right anymore than he liked to trust them to be wrong.
"The moon, a grim, and the mage, nearly the same as before" she said, scooting around toward him, intrigue on her face. "What is your secret, Rem," she said. "Didn't you get the moon last time as well?" she asked. "Mage for magic, grim for well-- something, and then the moon. I don't suppose you fancy a dog do you?" she asked, smirking.
Remus's readings were an enigma and even if she ventured to start making guesses they would all be ridiculous. She didn't want him to know that though, and she knew that the look on her face was one of a person who had figured out a very valuable secret.
"I don't have any secrets, and I don't put stock in tarot, anyway," he said uncomfortably; he knew that sort of thing meant a lot to Tierney, but he was panicking a little, and it alarmed him how she was consistently getting such terrifying results. A grim? She couldn't know about Sirius's grim-like dog state, so she couldn't guess about his feelings for Sirius in that way, but the moon -- the moon was still making him very nervous.
"This is really -- let's just work on Astronomy," he said again, holding up the star charts again. "We don't want you to fall behind."
"Tarot is just the same as other magic," she said defensively. "Just because you don't understand it doesn't mean it's not real."
Remus had hit a sore spot with her. Her grandmother, whom she adored, couldn't do any magic with a wand, couldn't hex or charm or any of those things, but she was still magical. Tarot was what connected them and to see someone dismiss it so blatantly caused her temper to flair.
"And if you want me to prove it I'll owl some of my gypsy cousins back in Romania and see what they have to say about the cards you pull. Maybe they can clear it up for me," she said, roughly packing her cards back together and shoving them in the bag.
"Honestly, Remus, you've been a complete crab since Hogsmeade and it's getting old. Did you even say a word to me at the ball?" she asked, "And I was there with your best friend!"
"No-no, no-no-no-no-no, Tierney, I'm sorry. I -- erm -- don't know why I'm in such a sour mood. I'm sorry for saying that. You don't need to owl anyone, really," he said, the words stumbling out a bit unnaturally as that unpleasant panicking feeling rose again. Again, he wasn't sure he wanted to trust the speculation of people who could speculate the meaning -- whether or not they could genuinely figure it out from cards based on the magic being accurate was irrelevant when one took into account the fact that it wouldn't be difficult to guess correctly based on a mage, a moon, and a grim exactly what Remus's secret was. "I apologize," he said, hoping his voice did not sound too desperate.
"Oh, so you believe me then," she said, still not mollified at his insinuation that gypsy magic wasn't magic at all.
She picked up her star charts again and stared out the window. There was something odd about Remus's voice. She had really shaken him up. Whatever it was the cards were trying to tell her, they must have been pretty accurate, which pleased her to her core.
"I'm going to accept your apology, but only because we've been friends for ages. Honestly, Remus, if I've offended you in some way it would be so much easier if you'd just explain, because you're acting like a-- like a-- girl," she said, realizing being a female herself that it wasn't quite the insult it could have been.
"I mean, it's not as if I've been out snogging little Hannah Jo and you've got that to be in a snit over," she said.
"I am not acting like a girl," he said with a little more stiffness and conviction than was entirely necessary -- after all, it didn't matter that it was a girl delivering the insult, and it didn't matter that he didn't have any problem with girls at all; what mattered was that it only made him feel all the more exasperated about his situation, being compared to a girl, and it was as if he had done something terribly wrong to deserve this mental punishment.
"And what is everyone's obsession with snogging, anyway? Who says I even want to snog HannahJo? Who says I even want to snog anyone? Who says that, in the grand scheme of things, it is even all that important, this snogging business? Who cares who snogs who? Who cares who doesn't snog who? We are here for a magical education so that we can be prepared for our lives outside of Hogwarts, and it is a distraction, and it is mentally taxing, and really, Astronomy is very important to focus on, yes, so let's do that," he rambled all in one breath, looking out the other window with his star chart. Was snogging all anyone even cared about? Sure, snogging was sort of nice in its own special way -- but it was only all the more tormenting when it felt out of reach. Sirius obviously didn't even think anything more of it than some one-time experimentation, so what did it even matter?
Tierney paused as he went on and on about snogging.
"I think you doth protest to much," Tierney said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him.
"Remus, if you're jealous, that's perfectly natural," she said calmly. "I mean, Sirius and I were practically snogging on top of you. I admit it was ill manners but we weren't trying to rub it in your face or anything," she said.
She still had no clue that Remus could be jealous because she had been snogging Sirius, she simply thought he would be jealous because Sirius had gotten to snog someone and he hadn't because he was shy. The way that it ended up sounding though was that she knew far more than she actually did, which was one of those lucky coincidences that happen every so often.
"And astronmy isn't more important than friends talking things out," she insisted. "I bet their are loads of people who would snog you, you don't have to feel left behind," she said gently.
"Why would I be jealous?" he asked, trying not to be tense about it. Just caaaaaalm down. She didn't know. She couldn't know because that was ridiculous...
And suddenly a lightbulb went on in his head to just agree with her. Yes, it was just distressing because they were snogging in general, right there, and it was offensive -- it didn't need to have anything to do with Sirius as a person or the fact that Sirius was snogging Tierney instead...What claim did he have over Sirius, anyone? None. It was too complicated and embarrassing to explain the truth, and this was at least a fraction of the truth.
"I appreciate your...understanding. I suppose people snogging around me just makes me uncomfortable," he said, this time a significantly more calm delivery; after all, he was telling the truth now.
Tierney nodded. "See, that's all you had to tell me," she said sweetly. "And since you were honest, I'll be honest too, Sirius and I were snogging like that on purpose, but not because we're into each other," she said. "I wanted to get back and my father and Sirius agreed to help. It was snogging for show, nothing more," she said.
"So see? If it made you uncomfortable, and it made everyone else uncomfortable, that was pretty much the point, but it has nothing to do with a real snog. It was more like tongue-fueled Rebellion than anything you'd be wanting for yourself," she said helpfully.
"So nothing to feel left out of, babe. And I doubt it will happen again. I think my crush on Sirius is fading a good bit. The more I think about it, the more I think as soon as I graduate I'm going to disappear into the muggle world forever," she said.
Remus blinked at her a moment, trying to not seem too cheered by the fact that it had been a rebellion as opposed to a genuine liking. Granted, thinking about it still made him jealous to an internally embarrassing degree, but he felt a bit better, at least. Less like being a prat, which was helpful.
"Right, of course. That makes sense. That -- err -- yes, that is comforting a bit, at least," he said, nodding for further emphasis.
"Oh, damn it all," Tierney said, pulled from their conversation by the dark clouds that were moving across the edge of the sky.
"Those are the stars we need!" she complained. "What are we supposed to do?" she asked, knowing the answer. They couldn't complete their assignment that night. "I guess you're going to be stuck up here with me again soon," she said, shoving her star charts down into her bag.
"I hope it's not awful for you though," she said, standing up and taking a step closer to him. "I really am sorry Remus. You're always so sweet to me and the last thing I would want is for you to be cross with me, so even if we can't get school stuff done I'm glad we talked. Next time, don't make me pull out my cards to get the truth out of you ok?" she asked.
"Alright," he said, slanting his mouth up a little bit with a nod. He certainly did not like it when she resorted to cards because they seemed to bring eerily unsettling results, even if she never seemed able to guess from them. The point was that if she ever did guess, he was in huge, huge trouble.
"We got at least some of our work done, and we should be able to catch up if we keep come back another night. Not all is lost."