melly. (mlnda) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-10-26 20:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, melinda bobbin, terence higgs |
Who: Melinda & Open
What: frustrated.
Where: the grounds somewhere.
When: Sunday, after this.
Rating: Low.
Melinda wanted to scream. He was infuriating and ridiculous, and she wanted to hit him with her journal. Or maybe one of the stools in the potion's lab. It sounded like a completely reasonable reaction to his stupidity and his inability to see her as anything more than a bitch. It was entirely possible she could be less of a bitch to him, but she couldn't stand his excuses and the way he could just deny everything. Melinda hated excuses. She knew she shouldn't let him get to her like that. She shouldn't let him make her angry, but he did. It was Lia. She wasn't just a friend to Mel, she was family -- Lia was Mel's heart. It was hard to accept the idea that there would be anybody good enough for her. But someone who was just going to fuck off and get drunk when shit got too hard to handle? That was a bad situation -- it would be toxic no matter how much Seamus loved Lia and there was no way she could really convince anyone of it. And so she screamed. She flipped the journal closed and stomped out of the potions room before she could shove any cauldron from it's flame or throw any beaker to the floor. Instead she made her way out of the castle, letting the anger and the adrenaline run through her body and it felt like she could find the fresh air fast enough. But she did -- practically falling out off of the small steps from the corridor and into the wet grass. "Asshole!" She yelled, kicking the bricks of the building because that was really the only thing she could actually do before she kept walking. It was stupid to be out alone and without a jacket, but those thoughts weren't something she had just yet. Not when she let herself fall into the wet grass, the tears of frustration gathering in her eyes and threatening to smear the black around them. |