who: Gideon Prewett and Poppy Pomfrey what: A release of tension where: The school when: Backdated to September 4th, evening. rating: Medium for now, potentially high? status: Incomplete, Closed.
Gideon sighed and stepped back from the edge of the cliff, sliding his hands into his pockets and turning smartly on his heel. He strode in the direction of the village, watching his own feet as they moved purposefully forward. The ache in his chest burned, inching slowly outward like something was eating away at his insides, leaving nothing but empty space behind. If that wasn’t an option (Gideon felt a flare of frustrated anger at his own cowardice), then he needed something else to do, something to distract him.
He could go to the pub – Vance would probably be there, and misery loved company. But what was the point? He’d just find himself in the same spot tomorrow. Perhaps he should just go back to bed. Sleep for another 18 hours and hope that he’d wake up to another world. But then, that hadn’t been working either.
His pace slowed as he reached the schoolhouse. Poppy had mentioned Dumbledore. Dumbledore would surely know what do. He always did. Sharply changing direction, Gideon found himself stepping over the threshold of the small, warm building. There was an evening class just finishing off, but he walked past that open door with his head down, hoping no one would recognize him. Instead he carried on down the short corridor, heading for the other door which had welcoming light spilling out from underneath it.
Taking a breath, the wizard pushed the door open without bothering to knock, peering cautiously round into the candlelit classroom. “Uh... Professor?”