Wesley Harper's prefect is better than yours (wandforhire) wrote in may02, @ 2010-09-14 18:59:00
Who: Wesley Harper & Kevin Whitby What: Boy talk. The Great Hall. When: Sept 14th, roughly an hour before dinner. Rating: PG?
Wesley didn’t want to go to the Great Hall. What he wanted to do was go for his daily run. It wasn’t that he hadn’t missed one before, but he didn’t typically miss them at the whim of someone else. He couldn’t understand why Kevin had put up such a fuss about it. Being in shape had a direct correlation to better athletic performance. With not much else going for him, Wesley had taken to making sure he was going to be at the top of his game this year. His physical activities had taken a permanent seat on the backburner last year but now that he wanted to forget large parts of it, running seemed like the most productive way to alleviate some of the stress, particularly after his recent nightmare.
But he’d always clung to his friendship (if you could even call it that, half the time) with Kevin. He had never been apologetic about his lack of social graces but his social circle had never been very large because of it. The younger Hufflepuff had been, more or less, his only friend for years. Despite his constant irritation with him over trivial matters, in the end he was relieved that he had someone around that wasn’t entirely repulsed by his person.
As it was, after Quidditch trials, he’d found himself pondering unpleasant topics and he was anxious to talk about something else - anything else. He would never bring up what was really plaguing him to Kevin, but he could concentrate on other things. Like Quididtch and girls - the two things that his cousin Marcus seemed to live for, which, to Wesley, seemed like an appealing idea.
It took him a good fifteen minuets to get from the Slytherin dungeons to the Great Hall, but once he arrived, he made a beeline for Kevin, who was the sole person in there. He’d never say it, but he was glad that his friend had relocated. Although he was a bit paranoid someone might come in and listen to them, the lack of another being, for the time being, was enough to make him okay with immediately dropping down across from him at the Hufflepuff table.
“Well,” he said, as a way of announcing his arrival.