tristan renshaw. (renstan) wrote in nineteen77, @ 2013-12-11 18:10:00 |
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There was something unnerving about sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room close to midnight - and no it wasn’t because she was a female trekking up the boy’s dorm looking as if she was about to do something naughty. Of course not. Because what unnerved Juliet right now was the fact that Tristan Renshaw seemed to not believe her apology over journals. And so, acting in Juliet Selwyn fashion, she dropped her journal and decided to go see Tristan immediately, even if he said he was already in bed. It didn’t matter how exactly she got into the tower, as it involved a crying first year. All that mattered was that she was now in front of the Seventh Year boy’s dormitory - not that this wasn’t familiar to her, considering their past. He’d brought her up here in their little fling, after all. In fact, sneaking into the dorms wasn’t new to her. As soon as she opened the door, she easily swooped past the other beds and made it to Tristan’s in a brief couple of seconds, before pulling the curtain open, jumping into his bed and pulling his curtain close in a span of 3 seconds.
“I told you I would make it,” Juliet announced, as she cast a Silencing Charm around them, not at all bothered by the fact that she had just invaded Tristan’s personal space, plopping herself near his foot with a smug look on her face.
Tristan was in no means ready to talk to Juliet, at least not face to face. The Hufflepuff had failed to realise why she had exactly upset him so much. If she had just been using him for any other reason, like he did her to certain extents, he wouldn’t have cared. However, as soon as blood status came into it -- whether she cared if he was a Muggleborn or not -- it was a whole different story. The current climate told him so. There were enough people telling him that being a Muggleborn was a bad thing, he didn’t need one of his own friends only reaffirm that belief through making out that anything more than friendship with him could be considered a bad thing.
When he heard the door open, he sighed annoyingly, cursing whatever first year that let her in. Crossing his arms across his chest, he raised an eyebrow at her as she plopped herself at the end of her bed. “I’m sleeping,” he said, before his eyes lingered around the room, “and so are they.”
“Didn’t stop us before,” Juliet promptly replied, shrugging almost nonchalantly, before waving her wand around the perimeter in reference to the Silencing Charm she put up. “Besides, you didn’t seem sleepy over the journals, so no sleeping excuses,” she continued, before stretching out her legs in effort to make more room for herself, almost to show that she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
When Juliet pointed out the Silencing Charm she had put up, he rolled his eyes. His excuse was exactly that -- with or without the charm. Sighing again, he shot her a questioning look as she spread out on the bed. “Would you like me to move out your way, princess?” he quipped, grinding his teeth in annoyance. “Can we get this over and done with?” he sighed.
Juliet frowned at his comment, and more so at his attitude towards her. She didn’t like it, making her more attune to not get this over and done with. “Well, how am I supposed to show sincerity when you seem like you won’t be receptive to it?” she said, getting straight to what she came for, but not exactly yielding to Tristan’s wishes to just be done with this.
Tristan frowned, knowing she made a good point. Though, it was hard to show her sincerity when he wasn’t exactly sure she regretted her actions. It’s not like he didn’t want to forgive her, especially because the two had been friends before this whole mess occurred, and he had intended to be friends afterwards, too. “I’ll be receptive,” Tristan replied, looking down at his empty wrist to signify that he was waiting for something from her. He raised his head again to look back up at her. “I’m waiting.”
Juliet wasn’t entirely convinced, especially since Tristan still seemed impatient. The frown was still on her face, eyes narrowing and carefully considering him - almost trying to purposely make him comfortable as she looked at him head to toe. She let the unnerving silence come between them, her frown turning eventually into a small smirk, as she moved closer to Tristan, eyes still narrowed in doubt. “You’re not receptive at all,” she exclaimed in a I’m-so-right tone. “If you were receptive, you would have brought up the subject instead of waiting for me to say something.”
Tristan automatically followed Juliet’s mannerisms, his eyes immediately narrowing at her as well. Knowing that he would not get her out of here, however, until he started cooperating, he stayed silent for a few moments, trying to calm himself down. Closing his eyes, he breathed out slowly. “Okay. Let’s talk about it,” he said, his eyes focusing on her again, his tone as sincere as she had asked.
Juliet’s smirk lightened up, as she watched Tristan take a breath. That’s more like it, she thought, as her expression softened only a bit slightly, as she herself took a breath. She didn’t know exactly what to tell him, to be honest. And when he finally let himself be receptive, Juliet knew she didn’t really think her plan through. What would they talk about.
“What’s bothering you about me?” Juliet asked again, wanting to hear from him face to face, now that he can possibly see the second of insecurity that flashed in her features.
When Juliet asked Tristan to repeat everything, he looked at her a little shocked. His head dropped slightly though, and he shook it. “I’m not going to say it again,” he said quietly, wanting her to know herself what would be bothering him.
Juliet frowned, well pouted more likely, at Tristan’s reply. Not that she expected anything else. After all, they seem to be playing some kind of game where neither of them was going to concede. “And I already told you,” Juliet started, before looking away and playing with the end of Tristan’s blanket. “What I did was nothing personal. I wasn’t thinking when I did it and quite honestly it’s not really a big of a deal,” she continued, her voice at a lower octave, finding it quite difficult to make it any higher. She frowned then, that familiar guilt making her stomach turn, annoying her and reminding her that it wasn’t like what she did was a one way street. “And besides, it’s not like you weren’t using me too. I know you still care about her, Tristan,” she said, now looking at him again with a knowing look.
When Juliet finished, Tristan flashed her a look of disbelief. What he had used her for was worlds different from what she had, and her inability to see that was what hurt him the most. She would never understand. No matter how hard he tried to explain. She’d never know the feeling of being used because of something you couldn’t help being considered as disgusting. All because she was a Pureblood and he was a Muggleborn.
Sighing at her quietly, hurt flooded his features. “It’s different,” he mumbled, shaking his head. Sure, to certain extents, Tristan knew where he was coming from, but in other ways, he couldn’t forgive her for not understanding where he was coming from. “You specifically picked me because you know your parents would think something is wrong with me,” he continued as he dropped his gaze.
Juliet looked away again, this time consciously looking at anything but Tristan. She knew what he was talking about - even before she came here. She just didn't let herself admit it or even think about it, because she knew what she did was wrong. She wanted to tell Tristan that playing with her own emotions was wrong but she honestly didn't mind that he used her. And so, she was left with this feeling of guilt that he was hurt, and it might have been because of something she did subconsciously.
"I know. I just-" Juliet started, sighing, finding it difficult to come up with words to explain herself. "I was being selfish and didn't realize that it affected you that much. I just wanted to get back at my parents and well," she paused then, as she forced herself to look at Tristan, now with a very much sheepish look on her face. "I'm sorry it was at your expense."
Tristan nodded his head, looking back up at her again. “I know I was wrong -- but you seemed to want to help me. The thing is, with everything happening outside the castle now, how could you not think something like that would affect me?” he asked, genuinely interested. “It’s fine for you, Jules. You’re a Pureblood. I’m everything that’s wrong with the Wizarding World, apparently,” he paused, scratching the back of his neck. “Thanks for the apology, though. Mustn’t have been easy,” he finished, knowing the girl all too well.
Juliet let out a somewhat awkward laugh. "Yeah well it's not exactly something I'm proud of," she said, sheepishly, before frowning yet again, as she considered Tristan. "You shouldn't think that something's wrong with you though. If anything, we're the ones fucked up to think that we're better than everyone else," she found herself saying, shrugging, unsure if she was just saying that to help make Tristan feel better. Because she did think that her other relatives cared too much about things like blood differences. And as if to prove her words, she crawled over to the space right next to Tristan, ducking under his covers, settling herself close to him in comfort - in hopes of solidifying the fact that they were okay now and that he wasn't annoyed by her any longer.
Juliet managed to say exactly what Tristan needed to hear. He didn’t care what other people thought of him and his blood, but if Juliet even considered it something that needed to be acknowledged, he’d be more hurt than he’d ever been, and that was saying something. “I know there’s nothing wrong with me, but if any of my friends did or people I care about did, then it’d be a problem,” he said, putting his arm around her as she got under the blankets. “I’m sorry, though. For using you, and making you feel like I did,” he paused, looking at her. “Friends, again?” he asked, a grin finally tugging at his lips.
Juliet settled in easily into Tristan's arm, as she let her head fall into his shoulder automatically as if Tristan was never mad at her. That was one thing about Juliet - it was easy for her to get over things and just move on from it once it was resolved. And so when Tristan pulled her to him, Juliet knew things were back to normal with them. But then again, it wasn't as if they were normal to begin with. In fact when Tristan grinned at her and asked if they were friends again, Juliet couldn't help but look up at him with a curious look, her own lips quirking up. "Only if you don't need me to distract you any longer," she found herself saying, because clearly she wasn't really sure of what normal is with Tristan.
A light laugh almost escaped Tristan’s lips but he resisted the urge, wanting to know that he really believed they could be friends without all their previous complications. Sincerity flooded the Ravenclaw’s features as he nodded his head slowly. “I promise I don’t need you distracting me anymore,” he paused, thinking for a moment. “And, if I do, I’m sure I’m creative enough to figure something else out,” he said, smiling again, glad that they’re going to try being friends -- the proper kind that they should have been from the beginning.
Juliet frowned again, but this time playfully at Tristan's words. "That's too bad. I'm going to miss sneaking up here to see you in the middle of the night," she replied, still trying to be playful but a part of her already feeling nostalgic at the fun they had using one another. She found herself snuggling closer to him, wrapping her arms around Tristan then in a hug. "I'm here though. If you ever need anything," she said, words, however, sincere and not teasing, because either way, she owed Tristan at least that.
Tristan laughed at Juliet's playfulness, joining in on the mockery by exaggerating his movements. "Hey! I never said you couldn't keep the midnight visits up. We'll just snack on chocolate," he paused, a smirk at his lips, "the normal way, that is," he replied, laughing lightly. When Juliet's words turned more serious, however, he dropped his smirk as gratitude lit up his face. They had never really shared a bond that went deeper than any other fling, so her words shocked him slightly, but all the same, meant the world to him. "Thanks, Juliet," he mumbled, slightly unsure how to tackle this new turning point in their friendship.
"I don't think there's exactly a normal way of eating chocolate," Juliet commented, giggling, despite the fact that she knew what he meant. It was still fun to be playful with him and she was glad that they apparently still managed to be. But as the mood became more serious at her words, the sooner Juliet wanted for it not to be - because really it was easier for it to be light hearted than full of meaning, for her anyway. And so, she playfully poked Tristan's side, in hopes to tickle him and bring back their atmosphere to something much less deep. "Now you're making me want chocolate."
As Juliet poked Tristan’s side, he jolted in surprise, instantly putting space between the two of them. Shaking his head with a grin appearing on his face, he laughed. “As usual, you’re not playing fair,” he quipped, referring to her ability to go for his weak spots. “And, to think, I was about to give you some chocolate.”
Juliet gasped mockingly in a how-dare-you fashion, as Tristan pulled away and clearly teasing her with the idea of chocolate - because apparently things were back to how they were before right?
"Oh now you really are just asking for it, Renshaw," Juliet said, a mischievous glint to her eye, before she all but jumped on him, holding him down, as her hands were back to his sides to tickle him until she got the chocolate that she wasn't entirely sure he really had.
Tristan was shocked when Juliet jumped on him, unsure exactly where she was planning to go with it. However, once her hands found his side again, the one spot the Ravenclaw was ticklish, his body began to jolt as he started laughing uncontrollably. “Stop!” he shouted through his loud chuckles. Gasping for air, his body continue to wriggle until he managed to grab her hips and flip them around. Now with Tristan in control, he smirked as his hands held her arms down gently. “Yeah, you’re definitely not getting any chocolate,” he quipped as one of his eyebrows raised.
Juliet knew from the get go that Tristan clearly wasn't going to let her tickle him for long. He was the bigger body and not to mention stronger and so when he flipped them over, she could only smirk, raising her own eye brow up at him, not at all bothered by the fact that he had her pinned down on his bed - because this was normal for them, Juliet kept telling herself.
"Then what can you give me, eh?" Juliet quipped, looking at Tristan with challenging and yet almost nervous look, as she became aware of her shallow breathing and her quickening pulse.
When Juliet challenged him, Tristan snapped back to reality. This wasn’t exactly a great start to their new and improved ‘normal’ friendship. Frowning slightly, his eyes lingered down on her for a few moments before he got off her slowly, standing up and reaching out his hand for her. “An escort back to the Badgers’ den,” he replied quietly, almost disappointed at himself for gaining a certain amount of perceptive.
Juliet wasn't really sure what was going to happen next, but as she subconsciously wet her lips, something told her her that her body was anticipating something that it usually did when she was with Tristan.
And so, when Tristan didn't exactly do what her body anticipated him doing, Juliet felt herself go red, immediately looking away from him in embarrassment that she didn't even know why she was feeling. She found herself quiet then as she subconsciously took his hand, letting him pull her up - her eyes, however, still avoiding his.
"It's- it's fine. I'll walk myself back," Juliet found herself saying, still feeling the flush in her cheeks, as she wanted to be anywhere but there right now. In fact, her feet was ahead of her already, as she began walking towards the door. Before she could escape out, she let herself glance at Tristan, feeling her cheeks heat up more. "I guess- I- I'll see you!" She hastily exclaimed, before she exited out of the Ravenclaw Seventh Year boy's dorm, unsure exactly of what to feel besides the heat of her cheeks right now.
Tristan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he watched Juliet’s cheeks turn a shade of pink. Scratching the back of his neck, his eyes followed her as she starting to walk towards the door. “Wait! I didn’t mean --” he started before she said he’d just see him later. Before he could even respond, though, the brunette was out the door, heading back down the stairs. He fell back onto his bed, his mind racing in attempts to put together what had just happened. He was sure that their conversation moments before had an unsaid agreement that they would actually act like friends -- normal friends, that is, so why was it when he pulled away, Juliet quickly left? Breathing an annoyed sigh, Tristan wondered if the only type of friends they could ever be were the ones that couldn’t keep their hands off each other.